One thousand times he shared his heart A thousand times he wrote I love you, each and every part Then fed it to the goat
She knew not of his work of art
Nor what went down the throat
Of the goat he fed ala carte
But never touched wild oat
One thousand times he was so smart
Yet once left lay a note
Whence she found His soul’s impart
And responded to its vote
She took the goat to sell at mart
And of his price did gloat
Your love that’s fattened from the start
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