There is an old goat Knocking at my windowpane, Standing upright in a frockcoat, 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 medicinecase, 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... Im 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 Ill be your saviour... Im your healer with hooves and horns!
goat, say, frockcoat, medicinecase, earthcoloured