Bigshot huffed and puffed and stammered out an explanation.
He hadn't known the caller wished to make a big donation.
And, even as he babbled, his apology was drowned
by a loud insistent bleating out in the school playground.
And then he heard the woman's voice shouting through the door,
`There's a kid for every class out here. Just say if you want more.'

He'd ordered goats! Some governors were looking rather sad.
It now seemed crystal clear to them that Bigshot had gone mad
turning down donations, making the place a farm.
They knew that they must act at once to save the school from harm..
First, they had to make sure those kid goats were taken back.
And then the greatest goat of all deserved to get the sack.