human
Well, goat, are you full?
gpt
I am so full, I could not pull Another blade of grass--ba! baa!
human
Then come home,
gpt
Now, said the old tailor,
human
Oh, answered the son,
gpt
My dear goat, are you really full?
human
How can I be full? There was nothing to pull, Though I looked all about me--ba! baa!
gpt
Oh, the wretches! cried the tailor.
human
The one as good-for-nothing and careless as the other. I will no longer have such fools about me;