Upon this wind so fierce and free
We claim our fate and right to be.
No chain, no law, no leash no hands
Shall ground our wings and steal our land.

Article One:

The right to honk to sound our cry
To shake the earth and split the sky
No honk shall falter, no call be tamed
For in our honks our strength remains

Article Two:

The sky is ours, and its boundless heights,
No fence shall hold and no string shall bind
The wind, the storm and endless flights
By birth, by might, our wings shall find.

Article Three:

A goose shall bite when it must bite,
For a honours flame must burn too bright.
No hand shall reach, no foe shall claim,
Whata ours to keepa"ur name, our name!


HERE above lies the geese rights
No king, no cage, no shallow rightsa"We carve our honks in storm and flight!

HONK! HONK! HONK!


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 967 AF.