Since it was Wednesday night, to the barn I took flight,
To do chores in this cold winter season.
Tonight there was a note, said, 'Put coats on the goats,
To keep cute, fuzzy butts from a'freezin.'
How hard could it be? There were just two, not three,
That didn't have coats on already.
The coats had some straps and went over their backs.
We just had to hold them real steady.
It seemed easy enough, for these two were not gruff.
The task should go smoother than butter.
And the goats were both Billies so the belt for their bellies
Wouldn't get all hung up on an udder.
But the two it turns out, had heads filled with doubt
'Bout the statement they'd make, so important,
To the llamas and mare and the other folks there,
Should bright-hued winter coats, they be sportin'.
So they dodged and they weaved, on the run they believed
From our efforts to wrap up their torsos.
But they were so wrong, because even head strong,
WE were determined and more so.
We flung out the clothes, o're their backs, where they'd go
Trying to cinch round their tummies with Velcro.
It required some skill and a great deal of will
And the wrestling moves of a Sumo.
But finally we won, the enrobing was done.
Each boy snuggly-warm like the others.
But next time there's a note about dressing a goat,
I'll decline it if I have my druthers.