Today she reads me a name I knew, you may possibly have known him. I have heard the name all my life. Well actually I was not familiar with the man, but I was more familiar with his goat.
Did you know ‘Bill Grogan?’
Here is the song I learned when I was small:
Bill Grogan’s goat, was feeling fine,
Ate three red shirts from off the line.
Bill took a stick, and gave him a whack
Then tied him tooooo, the Railroad traaaack.
The whistle blew, the train grew nigh,
Bill Grogan’s goat was doomed to die.
He gave three groans of awful pain,
COUGHED UP THE SHIRTS, AND FLAGGED THE TRAIN.
I loved that little song my mama taught me.
So I hope they are taking care of Bill Grogan’s goat now that he is gone. (No disrespect intended, but it brought back some good memories of mama.)
We have moved again, but I am not telling anyone!!!!
*****She was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still.