The things that niggle...

One of my most favorite gifts I got at Christmas last year was the cast recording of The Lord of the Rings musical.

And I absolutely adore "The Road Goes On"; it's one of my favorite arrangements.

But there's one verse that both amuses and exasperates me. Tell me what is wrong with this?

Sweet pink trout
Tickled from a stream
Milk a goat,
Churn it into cream.

My answer is behind the cut, after some spoiler space, so you can guess the answer if you want to, before you look at mine.
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Why can't my silly brain just let it go and accept it as poetic license? *rolls eyes at self*