Oh the gosling looked up to the goose and the gander Said, I don't have a feather to fly I'm the unfortunate three of a kind When the flood finally came, it was Noah's nameless wife That looked out from the window as the city sank And the rooftop children cried When her feet hit the ground, she could still hear the sound When her feet hit the ground, she could still hear the sound Ringing in her ears And it went …