“Old Mother Goose.”
And then the gold egg was thrown into the sea,
When Jack he jumped in, and got it back presently.
The knave got the goose, which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once his pockets to fill.
Jack’s mother came in, and caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.