Kid, some do call him
He is a goat by name
Getting into trouble
This is his favorite game.
Eating from the trash
He strings it all about
Then he butts his head
On those who don’t look out.
This his nature is
From birth he cannot change
Rebellious acts he does
For he is very strange.
He that is wicked
Refusing to take heed
Repents not from his sins
A goat he is indeed.
Such the like is judged
Of all that do have breath
They know that by their deeds
The judgment will be death.