Coatimundi like goat meat, don't they?

By Bronco T

Since I was a kid, it’s been my desire,
To own me a ranch, yup someday I’d buy ‘er.

Well over the years, reality set in,
I aint won the lottery, and I got no rich kin.

But we bought us a place, ‘bout an acre or less,
And set in to cleanin’ up, the terrible mess.

It sure aint a ranch, but I reckon it’ll do,
‘cause we’re in the stock business, whether or not I wanted to.

‘cause I’ve got a wife, and I love her a lot,
She bought us some chickens, fer our Sunday stew pot.

Then one day a goat, showed up at our door,
And we had to have ‘im, he was so cute an’ poor.

Then two more goats came, they was both nanny,
They just kinda materialized, it was really uncanny.

“Chick” came along next, now ya know she’s our horse,
So the goats wouldn’t be lonely, makes sense...of course !

Next we got cats, two kittens real cute,
Grandma liked us so much, she throwed in two females to boot !

So I figure the tally, runs ‘bout thataway,
And the only one gettin’ rich, is the farmer sellin’ hay.

And oh I forgot, why of all the luck,
We seem to have acquired, a crippled white duck.

Things was runnin’ real swell, then overnight changed,
Why ol’ mother nature, had other plans arranged.

Fer into our lives, them scoundrel Coatimindi came,
And it seems after that, things weren’t never the same.

First went the chickens, one at a time,
Then cats showed up missin’, oh....what a crime,

Well I tried to act sad, and I succeeded a lot,
But into my mind, crept a pure wicked thought.

I was feelin’ real guilty, but like it or not, wouldn’t it be wonderful,
If Coatimundi liked goat meat a lot ?