I was looking for a donut
I took a short cut
Across the muddy field
I came upon a bathtub with its enamel peeled
In it was a goat splashing around
Making his goaty sound
When he saw me he stopped and said
“The water’s too cold and I want to be fed.”
“What do goats eat?” I thought as I headed for the convenience store
I got him three packs of cigars and a quart of beer–that was it, nothing more
When I got back to the tub, he had left
I could see his hoof marks with the cleft
He was headed toward the pharmacy across the way
What he was after I couldn’t say