Hilly Billy
I had a goat whose name was Billy
who grazed in places that were hilly
he never complained
in sunshine or rain
and he even ate all of the lilies
But one day Billy got into the pot
and then he stumbled around like a sot
He ate all my weed
he was greedy indeed
So now he is stewing with the carrots
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
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