I have a little brown-eyed horse
it bites me from behind,
shows neither mercy nor remorse
I wish my horse were kind.

I have a little blue-eyed goat
he lies and steals from me
last week he stole my paddleboat
and took it out to sea.

I have a little green-eyed frog
he slept inside my bed,
I should have left him in the log
because he now is dead.

I know an ugly-eyed, obese
and sniffling ball of slime,
it's swinging in the evening breeze
a happy unsolved crime.

Herbert Nehrlich

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