McGillicuddy’s goose paid a visit yesterday
Like she’s done most days since she first flew the coop,
She swims up and down the river honking merrily away
Or flies to and fro in a low and lazy loop

At first he tried to catch her in his rowboat every day
He swore to us he’d catch her, keep her penned
But we told him not to worry, just to let her have her way
We’d forgive her happy honking, she’s a friend

But Easter is upon us and today she’s not around
There’s no honking, it’s as quiet as quiet can be
And funny how what’s sometimes such an irritating sound
Would be welcome now, for I don’t like what I see

There are poachers on the river looking for some fish to fry
But there’ll be no fish for them, they won’t be hooked
And I’ve got a nasty feeling that maybe the reason why
It’s so quiet today, is ‘cause Gilly’s goose is cooked.