The story begins on the farm
where lovely Millie goat was born.
Her face and heart were filled with charm.
Early on she did play her horn;
Her music could cheer the most lorn.
The farmer would bring grain each day~
my how they did love their corn.
Each morning they would dance and play!
Their lives seemed to be filled with charm,
happily basking in the morn.
Then the peacock sounds the alarm!
A coyote came through the fence torn.
Fleeing through field, brambles and thorn.
Oh where, oh where would they now stay?
Millie sang please don’t be forlorn~
By evening they did dance and play!
They began to miss their sweet farm.
Back home to their yummy corn~
and the farmer they all did swarm.
The fence was fixed so it’s not torn.
Sleep in the barn, cozy and warm.
The goats will never go away.
Their faces have smiles to adorn.
All night long they do dance and play!
Running away they have forsworn.
To our Millie, “Hip, hip, hurrah!”
Day into night she plays her horn;
The animals still dance and play!
This is my best effort at a ballad, and I decided to be brave and publish it even though it is very baaad. Please don’t be maaaad. Visit d’Verse poets for more worthy efforts.