Beneath the Moon

Beneath the moon I met a goat
with beard complete,
with laughing mouth, and clever eyes,
and head, and horns, and cloven feet.
His teeth were yellow, and his breath
unlike a rose.
I took my Countess Mara tie
and wiped his dirty goatish nose.
The government impounds my cap
and overcoat,
and blue surprise may grab my eyes
but only death will get my goat.
Oh, once the Tribune broke my fast,
but facts are slow;
beneath the moon I met a goat
who told me all I want to know.