The Goat کے بول

There is an old goat Knocking at my window-pane, Standing upright in a frock-coat, Somewhat earthcoloured and plain. He is staring down at me And the place where i have chosen to hide In my futile attempt to dissolve... - I discovered this cell as a child. There is a medicine-case, he calls "being", Which the goat carries under his arm. He says, if i only allow him to enter I shall never come to any harm. He is giving quite an importance To his frightening and urgent concern, He says: "i have come to be your transformer... - I'm your doctor, half goat and half man." He says that this house will soon crumble And that i am going to suffer as it falls. He says: "let me in now and i'll be your saviour... - I'm your healer with hooves and horns!"