Here comes Bobby the Billy Goat
He walks these parts without his coat
Doesn’t bother with spit shined shoes
Cavalier Cad here to amuse
He likes to pluck winsome beavers
Sports a grin for Arab weavers
But mostly he is on his way
The four hoofed devil cannot stay
He scares the soft pink petticoats
Lingers too near the mildewed moats
Slurps up the virgin lily pads
Spits out the hymens and the gnads
O how the girls shiver and cry
When he leaves them plucked in the rye
Tells them all he’s the Pharaoh’s son
Crossbred with Attila the Hun
A dash of Moses in his teeth
He’s known to lick the Paschal wreath
The rise and fall of ancient Rome
Now no more than his goat horned heaume
So much grandeur perched on a snout
For the Legions lost in a rout
Once Caesar added cream to tea
Now the goat marks his path with pee
The irony lost and buried
When with Satan past is married
The progeny a dapper goat
Bobby the Bill without his coat
