T'was a cloudy night Brevan woke to hear,
Honkings and flappings from very near,
"We're lost!", he decyphered from the quacks,
So he obligingly grabbed his Papa's "axe".
Leading the gaggle, they flew all night,
The geese keeping Brevan's guitar in sight.
Till safely they reached their place of breeding,
and Brevan made it home for his 6 o'clock feeding.
