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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
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The Goat and I

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (2503 reads)
Each sunny day upon my way...

Each sunny day upon my way
       A goat I pass;
He has a beard of silver grey,
       A bell of brass.
And all the while I am in sight
       He seems to muse,
And stares at me with all his might
       And chews and chews.

Upon the hill so thymy sweet
       With joy of Spring,
He hails me with a tiny bleat
       Of welcoming.
Though half the globe is drenched with blood
       And cities flare,
Contentedly he chews the cud
       And does not care.

Oh gentle friend, I know not what
       Your age may be,
But of my years I'd give the lot
       Yet left to me,
To chew a thistle and not choke,
       But bright of eye
Gaze at the old world-weary bloke
       Who hobbles by.

Alas! though bards make verse sublime,
       And lines to quote,
It takes a fool like me to rhyme
       About a goat.

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