A goat in my oatmeal This morning appeared. He's getting my breakfast all over his beard. I just stepped away From my bowl for a minute, And came back to find a big goat sitting in it. Readers familiar with the whimsically playful poetry and drawings of Jeff Whitcher know nothing is too silly or strange to weave into a hilariously unconventional tale to tickle the tiniest funny bones. Sample some peanut butter toothpaste, pop in on the old woman who lives in a sandal, and meet a youngster with hair seven miles long!
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