Goose Caboose

[Bunx]

I am riding on the goose caboose today
and I am a little gosling. Feeling gray,
because I have never been on a train
I ponder curiously with the rain.

Pondering, why did mom send me on this caboose?
Did I poop to much, so she sent me loose?
Or was it because I could not fly?
So I turn to my crippled brother and sadly asked him "why?".

"Brother" he said then thought.
It is just because you can't float
like a goat on the grass, but in the clouds line.
"I think it is because your wings were too small."
His brother said, a white lie.

"Ya!"
I said thinking it be true then, an idea grew.
If only I could run fast I know I will flow
with my brothers in the sky.
Then my crippled brother would ask me why?
Why, brother are you going to fly.

"I'll never fly." I said with a smile on my face.
"When we are done on the caboose, we shall win this race."