there was a little billy goat as happy as can be
he lived in the mountains a hillbilly goat was he
he loved country music that was his favourite thing
he could play a fiddle and even used to sing.
people came from miles just here him play
to his country music they would dance all day
they would dance for hours to his country beat
clapping oh so loud as they moved there feet.
everyone was happy as they sang along
to the little goat playing them a song
when the day was over and it was time to stop
he put a way his fiddle then into bed would hop.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
there was a little billy goat as happy as can be
he lived in the mountains a hillbilly goat was he
he loved country music that was his favourite thing
he could play a fiddle and even used to sing.
people came from miles just here him play
to his country music they would dance all day
they would dance for hours to his country beat
clapping oh so loud as they moved there feet.
everyone was happy as they sang along
to the little goat playing them a song
when the day was over and it was time to stop
he put a way his fiddle then into bed would hop.
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