Godfrey the goat had a dream one night that woke him up, so he turned on the light but as hard as he tried to remember the dream the details kept running away from him so he emptied his head out on to the ground and started to sort through what he found and to make sure there was nothing that he missed he picked up a pencil and made a list
and here’s what he found…
One old rhyme that he’d completely forgotten about wooly pajamas (or was it cotton?) a chewed up multiplication table which explained why at math he wasn’t so able three jokes about Englishmen and Scots in some other land the point of which he didn’t quite understand two telephone numbers that he’d learnt off by heart useless now since they’d changed how they start rules about which way to cross the street and stuff about closing your mouth when you eat a few new words to God Save the Queen some nasty things he’d said that he didn’t mean several lies he’d told that sounded quite neat and some secrets he’d promised not to repeat but of that funny dream there wasn’t a trace and now in his head there was lots of space so he turned off the light and went back to bed
and woke up in the morning with this rhyme in his head
