The farmer sat in his empty barn,
All alone one early morn,
Worriedly twisting a few straws of hay,
Wondering how he would last the day.
The fairy seeing his distress
Asked if he would like one wish.
The farmer thought while the hay still bending
And wished for a supply of goats never ending.
The fairy has a maa-maa-maa-gic touch, D. ByronPatterson.