Last month, a Canada goose built a nest in the parking lot of a Borders bookstore and became a local attraction. Then, during a storm, she flew into power lines and injured her spine. Bird rehabilitators worked to nurse her back to health.

Yesterday, I got a call that "Mother Goose," as people dubbed her, was ready for release.

Much as I enjoyed hanging out with the goose in the parking lot and updating readers on her situation, I was tired of writing regular old stories about a goose.

So, this morning, when I got word of her successful return to the wild, I decided to spice up my Monday with an attempt at a nursery rhyme. After all, it's a goose, not breaking news.

Here's a sneak peak at the beginnning. Check this blog (or the newspaper) tomorrow for the nursery rhyme in its entirety. (Disclaimer: I do not claim to be a poet, just trying to have some fun. I apologize for any cheesiness.)

She made a nest and did her best
To hatch her goslings well.
The spot she took by Borders books
Brought gawkers from all ’round.

But then one day, in search of food
She flew into a storm
Hit a line and took a fall
That left her injured, worn.