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!