O Goaty Goat
O Goaty Goat, where are your totes?
The ferry boat is near.
You’re headed out to far off lands,
when you return, unclear.
O Goaty Goat, where is your kid?
Ferry’s just ‘round the bend.
My heart still breaks to think of her
and of her tragic end.
O Goaty Goat, it’s time to go.
Let’s ride across this pond
and leave the sadness far behind,
there in the great beyond.
O Goaty Goat, I see the land.
a green and verdant shore
where you, your child can laugh and play
from now til evermore.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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