In Baldur's Gate, by the Sword Coast's shore,
A white goose clad in armour, a sight to adore,
With feathers like snow and a beak so grand,
He marched through the city, a valiant, proud stand.
Dressed in armour of full plate, he strutted so bold,
leaving only swoons in his wake.
A story, indeed to be told, as the legends ahead will surely unfold,
A guardian goose, in his shining attire,
Returning to protect us all, and surely never will tire.
With a sword in its beak and a shield on his wing,
It's a fowl like no other, a true noble king,
Through the gates of Baldur, he came with grace,
A defender of honor, in that sacred place.
From the perilous perils of the Sword Coast he had come,
To ensure the city's safety, his duty not yet done,
The white goose in armour, a guardian so true,
In Baldur's Gate, he's a hero we'll never eschew.
