Once upon time there lived a gander,
So strong and smooth, apt to singing much.
As he walked in yard, singing songs in raptures
A passer by saw him strutting thus
Remarking: “There’s proper gander!”

A hen overheard him and talked to her man
That night when the roost was preparing for bed.
She said: “They said something about propaganda,”
“I’ve always suspected,” was rooster’s reply,
“Let’s wait for the morning, I'll make him pay price.”

Next day he spread rumors around the world
Declaring the gander a dangerous bird,
More likely a hawk clad in gander’s clothes.
A small brown hen joined in chorus, recalled
Watching from distance him talking to hawks,

“They were up to no good, I am sure!” she said.
Then duck stepped in, reaching back in his head,
Remembered how gander was telling one day
That he was non-believer, “To hell with the flag!”-
He said. - Oh what devil in hide of a friend!

A guinea hen then recalled having watched
Someone like the gander throw something like bomb.
So all snatched their weapons, took up sticks and stones,
Descending with curses on innocent’s home,
Who peacefully strutted in yard singing songs.

“There he is!” – every fowl was heard,
“Hawk-lover! Atheist! Bomb-thrower! Take change!”
So they set upon him, drove out of estate.
And here’s a moral - please all ear lend:
If someone that you and your wife think is bad,
If toppling the government seems part of his plans,
For all your delusion must be driven from state.