Tonight I shall tell you, the story of that time
I met Miss Kathal Pata underneath that bridge.
She had goats on her tail, and her hair smelled funny,
She was big and rough, but she made a lot of money.
“How do you make your money?” I asked her like you do,
“You're better off not knowing,” said she, and I took her to be true.
We stood and chatted, and she then took off, not before
A goat bit her skirt, and she gasped, “I'm feeding goats no more.”