I wrote such a beautiful book for you
'Bout rainbows and sunshine and dreams that come true
But the goat went and ate it
(You knew that he would)
So I wrote you another one fast as I could
Of course, it could never be nearly as great
As that beautiful book that the silly goat ate
So if you don't like this new book I just wrote--
Blame the goat.
-- Shel Silverstein
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