The Goat, My Friend
How say you we are friends
The goats on your farm
Never has one died for me
I see them each day
Chatting on the plains
They see me too licking my lip
There is one I saw, my friend
Looking good in deed
For roasting on open fire
The silent black one, my friend
Patches of white on the back
Long horns and drooping ears
It has few words, that goat
If we are friends, my friend
It surely must go!
If I had such goats, my friend
I would have none, my friend
I'd kill them all for you
How say you we are friends
The goats on your farm
Never has one died for me
Not many years ago
I had one goat, I remember
You had one too, I remember
We ate mine you and me
On Christmas eve, my friend
With other friends like you
Yours was next, my friend
Off your phone went, my friend
Off, your goat walked.
I said impress, my friend
You said invest, my friend
Whatever that means
The goat, my friend
The black goat, my friend
The big black goat
Now I have the knife at the fence
You have the goat at the ranch
What do say, Friend?
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