O! Wry little mountain goat
don't goad me to love you,
your features quick as
your fleeting feet
as you jump from island to island.

O! Happy little mountain goat
don't nuzzle me so--
your smile is as tricky
as the devil himself
and your eyes as wide as
a harvest moon
are feigning an innonence
you haven't got.

O! Awful little mountain goat
don't leave me this way,
the sooner you go the more wretched
I stay
like a whore who is left
in the night without pay.