Billy Goat Grotto

In the forest, across the bridge
Into the dark, warm cave
There is a shrine lit with candles
And above it is engraved:

“How do you do, my dear friend
Are you lost? Well now you know
That here upon this laden path
Lies the Billy Goat Grotto”

The walls are lined with cashmere,
Tin cans scatter the floor
I ask if he might stay here
And be my bride forevermore

But empty caverns, which empty hearts
Do fill for a time,
Are not the place for candid love
Nor seekers of his kind

He stands and gives a carefree glance
Beckoning with his smile
That I may leave this hollow place 
And wander for a while