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There was a man, now please take note,
There was a man, who had a goat.
He loved that goat, indeed he did,
He loved that goat, just like a kid.
One day that goat felt frisk and fine,
Ate three red shirts from off the line.
The man he grabbed him by the back,
And tied him to a railroad track.
But when the train hove into sight,
That goat grew pale and green with fright.
He heaved a sigh, as if in pain,
Coughed up those shirts and flagged the train.
Robert Frost