By M. M. Mwanakijiji
There was a goat who could dance on a tree
A goat!?
How could he do that!
Dance on a tree?
But he did, dance! dance! dance!
On a tree.
He had white and black spots
With two long horns
And an amazing beard
And eyes like pearls
A goat who liked trees
He lifted his legs
Twisted his head
When the music started
He raised his hands
Wiggling his short tail
As he started dancing
On a branch of a tree
As leaves clapped with joy!
The other goats loved him
They always wanted to dance with him
They would sit under the tree
Taking their turns
To learn dancing on a tree
With Bally the Big Goat
That is his name
Every evening
As the sun went to bed
Kids of all ages
They sat on a hill
With smiles on their faces
As they watched goats
Taking turns, dancing on a tree
The goats jumped up and down
Moved left and right
Their shoulders moving
Their hips and lips too
As they danced from tree to tree
As the kids screamed horaay
When the goats came down
The kids started dancing too
Like goats on a tree
They laughed and clapped
They sang and hummed
As the goats watched
How the kids danced
Just like goats on a tree!
And the Goats said
HORAAY!