The Shepherd and The Goat
FinsburyParkCarrots
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In the glen of Pulmapuddin
in the year of thirty-four
a shepherd lad was sleeping by a hedge
after getting plenty food in
and ten pints, or maybe more
in his local pub, The Underpants and Wedge.
A tickle in his nostril rose
to wake him with a sneeze
that brought him to his feet before he knew:
The poor lad cried, "Lawd, stone the crows!
And smite me with disease!
Look there! I never saw a goat that flew!"
Before him up above the trees
and munching on a cloud
a goat with wings was hanging in the air.
The goat cried down, "Excuse me please,
I may be lean and proud,
but might I beg some mustard, if you care?
You see, this cloud's so bland and thin,
it hasn't got much whoomph:
Some mustard might just make it nice and flavoury."
The shepherd moaned, "I've got none in!"
The goat roared out "Harrumph!"
then bit the shepherd's head off. "Ummm. Brain. Savoury."
in the year of thirty-four
a shepherd lad was sleeping by a hedge
after getting plenty food in
and ten pints, or maybe more
in his local pub, The Underpants and Wedge.
A tickle in his nostril rose
to wake him with a sneeze
that brought him to his feet before he knew:
The poor lad cried, "Lawd, stone the crows!
And smite me with disease!
Look there! I never saw a goat that flew!"
Before him up above the trees
and munching on a cloud
a goat with wings was hanging in the air.
The goat cried down, "Excuse me please,
I may be lean and proud,
but might I beg some mustard, if you care?
You see, this cloud's so bland and thin,
it hasn't got much whoomph:
Some mustard might just make it nice and flavoury."
The shepherd moaned, "I've got none in!"
The goat roared out "Harrumph!"
then bit the shepherd's head off. "Ummm. Brain. Savoury."
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