In a sunny green field, there lived a goat,
His name was Jeffrey, and he loved to gloat.
With legs long and lean, he strutted with flair,
Walking like a model, head held high in the air.
When he was a kid, with a grin ear to ear,
He’d pose for the camera, spreading his cheer.
But as time passed by, and his teeth went away,
He’d shy from the lens, not wanting to play.
Yet mischief was calling, it tugged at his heart,
He’d climb over fences, a true work of art.
With a nibble and munch, he’d devour the greens,
No bush or tree safe from his sneaky routines.
His neck stretched so high, to reach all the treats,
He’d gobble up flowers and fresh leafy sweets.
Though toothless and bloated, he still had the knack,
To munch a kilo of carrots—no time to slack!
But oh, after feasting, his belly would swell,
He’d sulk in the shade, feeling quite unwell.
“Why must I eat fast?” he’d moan with a sigh,
As he thought of the trees, and the carrots nearby.
Yet despite all his troubles, he still held his charm,
With long legs and laughter, he’d never cause harm.
So here’s to our Jeffrey, the goat full of cheer,
A model, a muncher, and a friend we hold dear!