That day everything went wrong.

Too hot to be too sticky.

It wasn't dignified, like fate,

Or awkward, like unlucky.

It was a day so contrary

From failed morning to wasted night

That several things that always

Went wrong went right.

The limit was a live goose

I had put in a big bottle,

Not thinking what I was about,

Till someone asked me bow

With no glassbreak or bloodshed

Ever I could get it out.

There it is!" I yelled. "There!"

Said they, "There where?"

Not in the bottle now,

And no breakage either. How?

I put it in with my words.

I took it out the same way.

And what worked with these

Can with any words I say."