Bill Grogan’s goat
Was feeling fine.
Ate three red shirts
Right off the line.
Bill took a stick,
Gave him a whack.
And tied him to,
The railroad track.
The whistle blew,
The train drew nigh.
Bill Grogan’s goat,
Was doomed to die.
But with one quirk,
Of mortal pain.
Cough up them shirts,
And flagged the train.