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The Gothic Archies - The Tiny Goat

The tiny goat wanted a birthday party
And sent out invitations to its friends
But when the day came none of them remembered
So it gouged out its eyes with fountain pens

The world is cruel
And the moon remote
Suicide was not an option for the tiny goat

The tiny goat was very, very ugly
And like all ugly things it fell in love
When twenty years of waiting turned to nothing
It swallowed lye and lay down on the stove

When the world bites
There's no antidote
Who would want to spend forever
With a tiny goat?

The world's a leech
Crawling down one's throat
One would rather be a tick
Than be a tiny goat