The little goat and the geese

A little goat went for a walk,

And on his jolly jaunt,

He came across a geese flock.

They asked him in a sort of taunt,

“Look at you little goat,

Never able to taste the air

Or race the speeding boat,

Do you even care?

Do you ever want?

Are you even able of conscious thought?”

The goat just looked right back and said,

“Look at you my foolishly feathered friends,

It is you who fly high that end up dead,

And look how much your neck bends.

It seems that you are able to look right at yourself,

And do so all day long,

While the hunter stuffs you and places you on a shelf.

Don’t you think that this it is you who is wrong?”

The geese just hissed and flew away,

And the little goat carried on.

Later on that day,

When the day had already shone,

And before this story was told,

All the geese where shot and gone,

And the goat was slaughtered and sold.