  When the teacher asked young Leo to write a little rhyme Describing some strange animal he'd seen at any time, He seized his long slate pencil and this is what he wrote About the common animal, which children call a goat: A goat is stronger than a pig, But often it is not as big. It has four legs just like a horse, But never runs on a race-course. It gives good milk, though not as much As cows and elephants and such, But more than any bull or ox, Rooster, ram, or sly old fox. Like any mule, a goat likes hay And all tin cans we throw away. He's useful and I'm fond of him, But some good folks have a strange whim To hold their noses when he's near, To touch his fur which has the smell Of something I know very well, The odor I'd know anywhere, It's like Dad's tonic for his hair. |
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