human
Now listen to me, I pray you, he said,
gpt
And roof your new house with some tiles, Or you, like your sisters, will soon be dead,-- A prey to your enemy's wiles.
human
Now, whatever may be my end, The Fox cannot catch me, I'm sure.
gpt
For I've always liked geese more than other birds, And you of your race I've loved best.
human
Let me in very quick, he cried,
gpt
For the news I've to tell you'll be charmed to hear, And 'tis rude to keep me outside.
human
Your fair words are all in vain, But talk to me here, if you will.
gpt
To-morrow, he cried,
human
Many thanks for your news, said Ganderee,
gpt
But I had rather not go with you; I care not for any gay sight to see,