The Goat


There was a man, now please take note,

There was a man, who had a goat.

He loved that goat, indeed he did,

He loved that goat, just like a kid.

One day that goat felt frisk and fine,

Ate three red shirts from off the line.

The man he grabbed him by the back,

And tied him to a railroad track.

But when the train hove into sight,

That goat grew pale and green with fright.

He heaved a sigh, as if in pain,

Coughed up those shirts and flagged the train.

Robert Frost

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