The Ting-a-Ling of a Marionette

BLAME

I wrote such a beautiful book for you
 
'Bout rainbows and sunshine

And dreams that come ture .

But the gaot went and ate it

(You know 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 you don't like 

This new book I just wrote

Blame the goat.




                                                                              ~ Shel Silverstein