JOE CONE
Old Saybrook, Conn.
Box 47
Maid Mary had a little goat,
She kept it on
the lawn;
It gamboled there in innocence
Each day from
early dawn.
Mary’s mother kept a cow,
In fact she
harbored four;
She milked at morn and left the pail
Beside the
kitchen door.
Now Mary’s goat espied a dog,
And broke his
rope to butt him,
And like the good goat that he was
Right out the yard
he put him.
Poor
Mary tried to round him up,
Alas for pretty Mary,
He
dropped his head and helped her through
The doorway quite contrary.
Alas! He spied the pail, and e’er
A protest they
could utter,
He shoved his head into the milk,
And worked it
into butter.
JOE
CONE
c.
July 31, ‘05
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