Twas a cloudy day when goats are heard, crossing the valley.
Their numbers have swelled making the passing for goats, nay!
Their fur and horns choke other creatures within shier way.
To the grasslands across the mountain plains.
Before the journey begun
A goat was killed beneath the sun.
Spartans, they say block the way.
The Persians follow, goats they say.
Once they pass
Goats eat grass
Persians flock
Spartans are mocked
