Good Luck, Mister Goose!

We're in this together, my fine feathered friend

Pity to find you at your withered end

But rub in the season and prick through the skin

Tuck in your wings and let Christmas begin!

Some children nestle, while some fly the nest

Nothing prepares you for what happens next

You've stuffed them with pepper—they'll rub in the salt

"Birds of a feather"—it's always your fault

So when they come home to roost

Sometimes things get heated

Remember, they don't mean it

So, welcome home, Mister Goose!

Some may grunt—but a mother knows

When they're under the mistletoe

Tempers sometimes run loose

But have you met Missus Spruce?!

Underneath her baubles

This year they will have no excuse

If at Christmas the goose is cooked

If some problems get overlooked

It's a slippery slope

But tonight there is hope—

With a bit of stuffing

Even all the grinches will cope!

Oh, Mrs. Spruce, are you hearing the news?

Cling to the baubles, let go of the noose

'Cause Christmastime is coming!

And nothing comes from nothing

So let's all hope for the best

For our fine feathered guest!

Which means that—

As the family troubles

Gather round to roost

Hold the Christmas crumble—

Wait for what they choose

If the evening stumbles

If they short the fuse—

Then clucking from the rubble

Squawking for a truce

Comes the moment to introduce

Mister Goose!

So when things get heated

Know that they don't mean it

Good luck, Mister Goose!