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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where's My Billy Goat Gone To?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had<br>When she was nine, and twenty:<br>Not of gold -- Oh, no! -- nor gem, nor pearl,<br>Tho' he who gave had plenty.<br>'Twas a gift she took so much to heart,<br>Her neighbors thought her silly;<br>'Twas a B-A-B-Y (Baby) Goat,<br>A snow-white Baby Billy!<br>Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!<br>Where's my Billy Goat gone to?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take my home! Take my farm!<br>Yes, me too (if you want to);<br>But tell me! tell me!<br>Where's my Billy Goat gone to?<br>Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!<br>Where's my Billy Goat gone to?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she tried to teach him how to read,<br>Twas only &quot;baa&quot; he'd utter;<br>As she coaxed him then with cake and cream,<br>He'd slyly turn to butt her.<br>Yet he taught himself a thousand tricks,<br>And many a curious caper;<br>He would clamber to her chimney top,<br>And dine there on brown paper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the winter came she bought him shoes,<br>And flannel red she ordered<br>For a Sunday suit, with trousers cut<br>Four-legged and embroidered<br>On the steeple soon in tatters hung,<br>They set the parson snarling;<br>And he called that goat Be-el-ze-bub --<br>The one that she called Darling.<br>Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!<br>Where's my Billy Goat gone to?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was fond of roaming on the rocks,<br>With workmen in the quarry;<br>And if there he found their luncheon pails,<br>Not he but they were sorry.<br>For he raised aloft his iron brow,<br>Despite the foreman's clamor;<br>And the pails, he crushed them one by one,<br>As with a blacksmith's hammer.<br>Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!<br>Where's my Billy Goat gone to?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then for pails replaced and pails concealed<br>Each morning he went searching,<br>Till at last he found a shining prize,<br>Upon a boulder perching.<br>Had he read its label, &quot;Dynamite!&quot;<br>He might have known his blunder;<br>But he gave it one tremendous blow,<br>And then came peals of thunder!<br>Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!<br>Where's my Billy Goat gone to?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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When she was nine, and twenty:
Not of gold -- Oh, no! -- nor gem, nor pearl,
Tho' he who gave had plenty.
'Twas a gift she took so much to heart,
Her neighbors thought her silly;
'Twas a B-A-B-Y (Baby) Goat,
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