That laid each morning in her nest
A Golden Egg, to him, indeed,
A fortune. Yet such was his greed
He grew in time suspicious lest
One Egg per day were not the best
The Goose could do. "I'm satisfied,"
Said he, "she has in her inside,
A mint of Gold." And so the dunce,
Thinking to get it all at once,
Killed her and found to his chagrin
Just flesh and feathers, bones and skin,
And other things no earthly use
To anyone except a Goose.
Source: Herford Aesop 46.
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