GOAT SONG

There was a man
And he had a goat
He loved that goat
Just like a kid
One day that goat
Got frisked and fried
Ate three red shirts
Right off the line
The angry man
Took him by then neck
And tied him to
The railroad track
The whistle blew
As the train grew near
That poor old goat
Was doomed to die
He heaved a sigh
Of awful pain
And choked up three red shirts
And flagged the train, 
Flagged the train.