Only By The Night

A little song I like:

Bill Grogan’s Goat, 

Was feelin’ fine, 

Ate three red shirts, 

Right off the line. 

Bill took a stick, 

Gave him a whack, 

And tied that goat, 

To the railroad track. 

The whislte blew, 

The train…grew…nigh, 

Bill Grogan’s Goat, 

Was doomed to die. 

He heaved a sigh, 

Of awful pain, 

Coughed up the shirts, 

And flagged the train!.