The Gander loves to promenade,
Around the farmer's poultry yard,
While as we see, the Oleander
Is quite unable to meander:
The Gardener tied it up indeed,
Fearing that it might run to seed.
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The Ole Gander. The Oleander. · Robert Williams Wood · Poetry Cove