I have a horny old goat,
horns ten inches long.
'bah, bah, ' and I quote,
not a real pretty song.
I have a horny old goat,
That loves climbing on cars.
he might climb a boat,
If the lake wasn't far.
I have a horny old goat,
That chews on tin cans.
Someday he might choke,
he cares nothing for brands.
I have a horny old goat,
just a kid till he grew.
might skin him for a coat,
Or throw him in a stew.
nah, couldn't do that to old slick Willie.
Oh no Juan, don't put him in a stew, he would probably taste awful anyway. Very amusing - good one.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hope Willie doesn`t find himself in a stew. an enjoyable read.