Mornings are rough

Here is a poem recently penned by the youngin:

The Silly Goose
by Little Man

There was a goose who liked her herd,
but was a nerd.
She burned her mouth,
so she could not blurt out.
The goose lived on a farm,
but did not have an arm.
She has wings like other birds,
but did not like her herd.
The herd did not like her,
so they left the goose that was a bird.
When she was left she was weeping to her skirt,
So she decided to try to dig in dirt.