Blame I wrote such a beautiful book for you 'Bout rainbows and sunshine And dreams that come true. But the goat went and ate it (You know that he would), So I wrote you another one Fast as I could. Of course it could never be Nearly as great As that beautiful book That the silly goat ate. So if you don't like This new book I just wrote-- Blame the goat. BY: Shel Silverstien