Little Billy
They told me you'ld be ravenous
I thought it was a farse
Until you ate my baseball cards
And bit me in the ars
They said you would not like it here
So far from Sutter's farm
And living in the suburbs
would only do you harm
They said you need mountain side
At home there you would feel
Until you meet a bobcat
and become a hearty meal
I say you are content right here
Or so it seems to me
I let you in on real cold nights
and all your food is free
They say a goat can be no pet
So why do I pretend
I tell them that you are no pet
But you have become my friend.
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