Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
I wrote such a beautiful book for you
'Bout rainbows and sunshine
And dreams that come true.
But the goat went and ate it
(You never knew 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 silly goat ate.
So if you don't like
This new book I just wrote—
Blame the goat.
Blame was written by Shel Silverstein.