Trip-trapping your little hooves across my conscience… But there is nobody home today,

I’ve slipped out, for a spring time breeze… Ignoring every one of your guilts, that got into my way,

I am floating, cresting, on the fluffy clouds of morning…  Smiling into the dawn,

Soaring in the heavens, cloaked in stars… Being warmed at the hearth of my Self,

So you can trip-trap those cloven hooves… Trip-trap those silly hooves,

‘Cuz there is nobody home today baby,

Oh you are such a little goat… And I am such a big troll,

So you may want to watch your step…





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