[Intro] Who let the goose in? You brought a whole pond to a weight-class fight. Step up, big beak. State your case. [Verse 1: Challenger] You stride in like a judge with a parking-lot crown, One hiss from your throat and the whole bench sits down. You take every sidewalk like you own the square, Then chase your own reflection like it owes you fare. Big wings, bold walk, little proof in the file; You’ve been posturing so long, you forgot how to smile. I brought clean facts, numbered, signed, and precise— You brought one bent feather and a questionable price. [Verse 2: Goose] Order in the pond! I object to your tone. I run this whole shoreline; the path is my throne. You call me aggressive; I call it “stand clear.” I guard what I’m given. You’re trespassing here. Your stack of neat papers won’t carry this case; I can clear that whole courtroom with one steady pace. You want to talk weight? Put the scale on the floor. I’ve got two feet planted—and I’m asking for more. [Chorus] Goose came to debate—can you handle the weight? One beak, two wings, and a whole lot to state. Bring your best point; bring your proof to the gate. Goose came to debate—can you handle the weight? [Verse 3: Challenger] Your honor, the witness just swallowed the pen. He’s been asked one question; he’s hissed it again. He claims every bench and he claims every lane, Then acts surprised when we ask him to explain. The evidence says: loud isn’t the same as right; A long neck’s no ladder to a higher insight. You’re built like a bouncer with no guest list in sight— Now answer the question, don’t just start a flight. [Verse 4: Goose] I answer in full: your approach was absurd. You walked past the sign and ignored every word. The pond has a border; the border is clear. You crossed it, you stared, now you’re standing too near. I don’t need a gavel, a badge, or a chair; I’ve got the whole flock and they’re already there. You call that a win? You can frame it and wait. I came here to debate—and I’m still at the gate. [Bridge] [Alternating voices] Challenger: State your claim. Goose: This is my lane. Challenger: Show your proof. Goose: Ask me again. Challenger: That’s not an answer. Goose: It answered just fine. Challenger: You can’t just hiss at the witness stand. Goose: Watch me. [Final Chorus] Goose came to debate—can you handle the weight? One beak, two wings, and a whole lot to state. Bring your best point; bring your proof to the gate. Goose came to debate—can you handle the weight? [Outro] The clerk calls recess. The goose claims the chair. The challenger checks the record— The record’s covered in feathers.
