I somehow missed the goat when I was at Acadia. Guess I'll have to go back and check it out.
Oh, aye, the beast maintains.
He haunts me yet, in the wee hours.
Oh, the infamy, 55 years past, yet etched in my deepest terrors, like it were but yesterday.
And my father, big as a bear, yet bewitched by the beast - unable to save me.
Frozen, roaring with laughter, then running to the car to get his camera.
Then go back! But! Go back only if ye be a pilgrim of valor,
for the entrance to the flower garden is guarded by a creature so foul,
so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived!
Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair.
So, brave summer complaint, if you do doubt your courage or your strength,
come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, stubby horn buds."