DRAGONFLY BLUE ON SPOTTED GOAT
“As if, as if, huffy, puffy, luff, luff
“As if not bad enough, gruff stuff
“Standing out blotchedy, notchedy
“Spottedy, pottchedy, crotchedy
“Grazing down left behinds so mines
“Drinking down far corners left behinds.”
For, you see, Goatsy Spotsist was claimed by none.
For, you see, Papa, Mama, Uncle, Aunt white of bun.
For, you see, Notty Goatherd nor Potty Master claimed no black.
For, you see, no sight admitted of spotted nor striped on back.
For, you see, no hill held goats of marks,no rocks hid the strange.
For, you see, no such claimed admission on this pure grange.
“Oh, me, oh my, oh knee, oh back, all spottedy me, me,me.
“Oh, me, so left, so behind, no peace under pine tree, see.
“Oh, me, of my, all so bad, me so bad, but now am tried.
“Oh, me, so tried, so baddetdy triedetdy now buzz sighed.
“Oh, me, so sighed by buzzedty flysie so drag-goned flippy.
“Oh, me, of my, oh duffy puffy tuffy stop sippely flippy.”
For, you see, not just alone was Goatsy Spotsist, trying to graze,
But, you see, was Goatsy Spotsist all flipped by Dragonsy in maize.
Oh me, oh my, you see, poor loneliest Goatsiest Spotsiest was buzzed
Yes, you see, now you see, sipping Goatsy Spotsist by Flysie all fuzzed.
Dear, dear me, oh dear, dear one, scarcely could any more fluster
Dear, oh dear, now to be fussed and nagged was Goatsy now to bust-her.
“Oh, thou noble Goatsy, so coatsied in noble marks, so ready now for larks.
“Oh, thou most striking, stripeddy Goatsy, know you not you dressed in sparks,
“Know you not you sparked by starriest lights struck from above in angel choirs,
“Know you not you marked from above so special to carry me to blessed biers,
“Oh, thou most chosen Goatsy, now be flitted and fluttered by my wings in blue,
“Oh, thou royal marked Goatsy, now be running under my wings on path so true.”
For, you see, Goatsie Spotsist and Dragonsy Flysie in true blue bond called to join.
For, you see, Spotted One and Blue One leaping as one tilting angel not for coin.
For, you see, Spotsy and Bluesy bold as dragons skipping in flitters no more fluttered.
For, you see, Goatsie and Flysie far ahead of herders, ever closer than masters shuttered.
For, you see, leaping Spotted One and fluttering Bluesy One no more in worried wrinkles.
For, you see, sacred choiring of peace on earth, goodwill to all flew beast, flew fly, all smiling winkles.