Now Gertrude was a nanny goat
And a greedy goat was she.
She ate the grass, devoured the flowers
And munched fruit from the tree.
She dined on thistles, gorged on grass
And scoffed her way through weeds.
In fact she was quite gluttonous
As everyone agreed.
One day the gate was open wide
And Gertrude trotted out - - -
BUT no-one noticed that she’d gone
For no-one was about.
She wandered down the lane alone
And everything seemed fine.
Then in a cottage garden - oooh! - - -
Some washing on a line.
“Can I eat this then?” Gertrude thought.
“It's something nice to munch,”
And, as no humans were around,
She grabbed some pants for lunch.
“My goodness, what a tasty snack,”
Thought Gertrude as she chewed.
“They’ve done a really thoughtful thing
To hang out all this food!”
So Greedy Gertrude chomped away
And wasn’t quite prepared,
For when an angry dog appeared
She ran away, quite scared.
She didn’t stop until she reached
The safety of her home,
But she now prefers her juicy grass,
And never more will roam.
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