.

Acting the Goat

You're an enigma, a puzzle,

You pop out of the blue.

Where things are clear cut,

You drop in to confuse.

...

A goat's what you are,

Pan is your name.

Your antics put the gods,

To embarrassing shame.

...

You're whimsical, clueless,

Your flute's not my lyre.

I listen to you play,

And feel only ire.

...

And yet while you drive me,

Round the sun's bend.

I nonetheless see you,

As a valuable friend.