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Billy Goat's Gruff
Once upon a time, in a long, hot summer
Were three billy goats, who all were brothers
These goats were called the Billy Goat's Gruff
Because their coats were shaggy and rough
The oldest billy goat, he was the biggest
The middle billy goat, he was the middlest
The youngest billy goat, he was the smallest
Though without a doubt, he was also the coolest
The grass in their field, it tasted so good
But they guzzled it up and left no food
"What shall we do?"
Wailed the middle brother
"We'll have to find more"
Bleated the others
"We'll have to cross the river", big billy goat said
But that means the bridge
He shook his big head
For under the bridge that crossed over the river
Lived a horrible troll who made them all shiver
The goats sat around and their tummies did ache
Dreaming of grass pies and tasty grass cakes
Finally, up sprung the smallest billy goat
That nasty troll won't stop me, he won't
And so, the smallest goat started to move
Trip, trap, trip, trap, went each little hoof
"Who's that trip-trapping on my bridge?", came a howl
It was the slimy troll, who had a terrible yowl
This troll had lived under the bridge for a while
He had terrible manners and dreadful style
His nose stuck out like a big slimy stick
And he loved to play real nasty tricks
Said the smallest billy goat Gruff, "It's me"
I'm crossing the bridge because I'm so hungry
"I'm going to gobble you up", growled the troll
"You can be my breakfast, a teensy goat roll"
"Oh, you wouldn't want me", the little goat sighed
"My brother, the second billy goat is nearby"
"He'll make a much more tasty goat roll"
"I see, well, be off with you", grumbled the troll
The middle goat now tried his turn over the river
Trip, trap, trap, trap, he trotted all of a quiver
"Who's that trip trapping on my bridge?"