Tripping

Tripping

This is the story of three billy goats gruff 
One smoked weed 
The other smoked puff 
The third was just all about the love 
Some might say he was a bit of a hippy 
Me myself,
I’d call him dippy 

Now on this sunny day 
Our three billy goats gruff did play 
One said, “race you to the other side 
The one on puff said, “no way, I’ll die” 
the one all about the love  said, “coward, just try” 

So the billy goat gruff that smoked puff 
listened to all of the above 
hopped onto the bridge
and off he trudged 
trip trop went his clogs 
as he began to cross the bridge
to get to better digs 

“Who’s that crossing my bridge?” 
Said, a voice from below 
Suddenly a huge hand blocked his path 
Leaving him nowhere else to go

“It’s me”
the goat answered
his head  all in a tizz 
from earlier on 
where he had been
smoking whiz
replied, “I’d like to cross to get to better digs”

The ground started to tremble as the troll rose upon on high 
so high in fact his head nearly touched the sky
“why do you want to cross?
a bag of weed is all it’ll cost” 
says the troll as he accosts.

“I have no weed 
Just this bag of white 
Which I need to get me through the night 
Please don’t take it out of my sight”
He begs hoping the troll will end his plight  
And let him keep his bag of white

The sky starts to rumble 
As the troll lets out a mighty roar 
“I need something to settle my head” 
He says as sam rolls off his bed 
And hits his head against the leg 

Sam sits and wonders 
Where the hell is he 
Then realized he’d taken lsd 
He looked across the room 
His two brothers snored sound asleep
Then sam rose upon high and made it to his feet  
Got back into bed and fell soundly back to sleep