Ned was grandma's billy goat,
the meanest goat in town;
every time you'd cross his path,
he'd try to butt you down!
Peter's our naughty cousin,
such a twisted lil' teen;
he always nagged that billy goat,
for that's what made him mean!
Fate caught up to Peter,
while flirting with an awful scare;
he lost his footing on muddy soil,
while his butt stood high in the air!
Ned honed in on his target,
"KA-THUD!!"...was all we heard;
Peter went flyin' across the way,
I could swear he passed a turd!
Peter tried to squeeze himself,
between a wooden gate;
mercy failed to find its path,
by then, it was all too late!
Snared like a mouse in a trap,
with his rump in open view;
Ned must've landed fifty thumps,
Poor Peter was black n' blue!
It took all four to save him,
his butt was the color of a fig;
all the while he was screamin',
like a frightened little pig!
Our cousin learned his lesson,
ol' Ned gained due respect;
Peter only slept on his belly,
'cause his butt was a total wreck!