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."