One day there was a goat,
Who really liked to eat oats.
He ran around and played all day,
being all happy and gay.
Next a dark cloud came near,
and the little billy, drank some beer.
Drunk he was, so he picked a fight,
so that little dark cloud, went amazingly bright.
Down came a thunder bolt, at that goat,
and destroyed much more, than just his coat.
The cloud ran away, back to the ocean.
The goat applied, some antiseptic lotion.
Scratched and bruised, was that goat,
and he figured, the beer was far too brewed.
Now that goat, will be more nice,
and eat those oats, with sugar and spice.
-Rick Tankard