These goats are all laughing at me..and my my makeshift raft. they all have boats.
These goats are all smiles. spitting and stomping all down the Nile. I am not in denial. I know what they really mean, when they smile at me. Flashing their teeth.
These goats are nothing, but a bunch of beasts. Stay off my back. No my hair is not grass. And no, I will not accept your sassafras.
So, wait...what you're telling me is that you're not really goats?
You tricksters, with your magic potions. I am lost in fantasy
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