But, what is he a tall, the old fool?
A ghom who looks nowhere outside his head?
He thinks he's as smart as George Boole.
As the fella cried one day from his bed,
'looking for work and praying to God he don't get it.'
And if asked, oh, he'd never admit!
All talk and no show to be seen?
Even his mother don't know where he's been.
He is a Goat to be sure,
And one summer I ne'ver for get?
In the cupboard's smelly grand tour
Found a mustard, three years old I'd bet.
Ate it up so sweet
With his cabbage and meet.
I thought 'twould burn a whole in his spine.
Lord God, he'd eat the clothes off the line.
Mise le Meas Jan 21st after a chat with a fella about a few other fellas, like eeecckk!
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