Calla is a goat who I don't really like. She kicked the milk pail over this morning when Jason was milking her.
Calla
Once there was a Calla-goat,
Who had the brain of a burned-up oat.
She was stupid and she was dumb,
And really was a down-right bum.
Calla gave milk, that is true,
But milking her just made you blue.
Her teats were the size of a dried up bean,
And her udder was never, never clean.
Calla was OK in some ways,
But it would take days and days.
To find out what they were,
Maybe this was one: she had fur.
Calla, Calla was OK,
But I'd take a goose any day.
Once there was a Calla-goat,
Who had the brain of a burned-up oat.
She was stupid and she was dumb,
And really was a down-right bum.
Calla gave milk, that is true,
But milking her just made you blue.
Her teats were the size of a dried up bean,
And her udder was never, never clean.
Calla was OK in some ways,
But it would take days and days.
To find out what they were,
Maybe this was one: she had fur.
Calla, Calla was OK,
But I'd take a goose any day.
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