
the little goat man
came trip-tropsing along
come one, come all
he trilled
there is no need for care or strife
let sorrows all be stilled
for hoop, hooray
we're here today
who can tell what the morrow will bring
come, follow me
tra la, tra lee
the little goat man did sing
the little goat man
skips through the trees
calling you
into the wood
come be gay
this beautiful day
and you'd follow
if only you could
far and wide
the goat man does stride
he's gone in the wink of an eye
so, hie to his dance
lest you miss your one chance
to be merry ere you die
©Elizabeth Anker 2021
A short note: I’ll be moving house in the next few weeks. So there will be poetry. And other short postings. Perhaps even a few days of nothing. But things will be back on track in May!