We NAMED the goats...they were our FRIENDS...
They kept the 'hillside'....CLEAN!
We'd turn them out...they'd follow us....
Not obstinate....or mean.
Just loyal 'pets'...who'd lick your hand
Or nibble at your coat;
Their ONLY fault...(that I could see)...
They ALWAYS...smelled like GOATS!
The house is gone...and in its stead....
A NICER place....to see....
But a view of that OLD...homeplace
Would sure look good....to ME.
The hillside's like a jungle...now,
And if I had a vote,
Id say, "Repair the fences
And get a HERD of goats!"
But NOW the 'city' has a 'say'...
"NO LIVESTOCK ON THAT LAND!"
They pass the laws...and make the folks
Succumb to THEIR demands.
The 'eyesore'...of THAT hillside
SHOULD rock the Mayor's 'boat'....
But everyone...seems happy
If they can't....smell a goat!
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