Germany, stationed there were two regiments,
Welsh boys with 'fun'-taking comments.
The "Black Mafia" did n't take too kindly to that,
Some thing they would have to do, matter of fact!
Therefore, a daring plan they did hatch,
The Welsh mascot goat they would snatch.
Worse for wear were the ‘gang of four',
Out on the drink the night before.
The very idea they did conceive,
Some how they did achieve!
They shaved its bloody beard off to leave a nice smooth chin,
In addition, painted "Rifles" colours on its coat and skin.
The squaddies' were well gone and had not realised,
The flipping poor goat was traumatised!
So they had launched their 'sucessful' cheeky raid,
Next day was the Queen's big parade.
The Welsh mascot never got to the Queen's bash,
Revenge was taken by the "Black Mafia" whilst on the lash.
Their plan worked a treat, but word did get about,
They have to face the music when the truth was out.
And it did! The goat had to be returned,
In addition, ‘punishment' had been confirmed.
The ‘culprits' were never revealed,
Their Battalion never squealed!
All of them were confined to barracks,
Commander saw the funny side amid wisecracks.
The "Taffies"stopped taking the ‘Mick',
The ‘Kid-Napping' seemed to do the trick.
No longer did they boast or gloat,
Remembering the ‘ordeal' of their goat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem