You are lucky Pappy, I never knew my Grandpap. My Dad used to sing a song called "Bill Grogan's Goat":
Bill Grogan's goat was feeling fine, ate three red shirts from off the line.
Bill took a stick gave him a whack, and tied him to the railroad track.
The whistle blew the train grew nigh, Bill Grogans goat was doomed to die.
It gave three grunts of awful pain, coughed up the shirts...and flagged the train.