My baby goats were born
When I was at school.
One of them is gray
The other like a milk cow
They were no bigger than a cat
But as cute as a newborn calf
They were playful and frisky
Thinking they had to eat every five seconds
You couldn’t get them to let you hold them
But they wouldn’t stop following you
They looked like a train when they did
But when you’d put them in their pen
They would get right back out again
They were born in the winter
The day after Valentine’s
So they’re the sweetest sweethearts of all.
