A group of goats is called a trip,
And tripping these goats like to do,
All together in comradeship
At Lincoln Park Farm in the Zoo.
They gather in the goatyard for
Daily dose of frolic and fun,
Playing and butting heads galore,
One goat for all, all goats for one.
They like to watch the guests go by
As they come to visit the Farm.
The goats show off and are not shy
In providing lots of goat charm.
Take a trip to the goat trip and
Connecting with them will be grand.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a bunch of old goats getting together!