A child as young as she could be, Tied a red scarf on the little gosling and set it free. The child would feed it grains, While she coughed in scarlet pains. The gosling would look at her in ache, As she spit out blood without any break. The child would look at her brother-  And wonder why she had an illness, not another. The gosling, as young as could be. Would accompany her in hopes to go to the languid sea. One sunny day- the child fell to her feet. The gosling- terrified, tried to raise her from defeat. Sirens, cries and a white shroud. Now all of a sudden- there was an unknown crowd. Fast forward to the present. The gosling as old as he could be, Always dreamt of her tethered to a tree. The scarlet tether would keep him quarantined, For he was believed to be infected with saturnine. One sunny day - the gosling saw an echo of a haze of that child. Ran and he ran, To meet her once again-  his plan. Tightened and tighten did the noose get, Until the gosling went loose yet. Snap! The gosling lost his life. And to be with her- he drifted to paradise.