There was a small white goat
That had learned how to float
From beavers that lived in the lake.
He did pretty darn good,
Because he understood,
It was sink or swim for God's sake.
The wild geese and the duck
Would all wish him much luck
When he launched himself at morning,
And then bid him come in
From the lake once again;
If a storm should come without warning.
The small goat that would drip,
And slip, slide and then trip
On the mud around supper time;
Seemed to pain his master
Who thought, "A disaster!
Has God sent me a sign?"
"I know, I've never heard
Of a goat with such nerve.
He must be just one of a kind.
We'll be famous one day,
And be rich, I might say;
With monarchs we may even dine.
All his food will be cheap,
I will buy a trash heap.
Goats can eat almost anything,
Except a live gator;
A fast escalator,
Or a teapot able to sing."
So the man and the goat
Hopped a river showboat,
Then they joined a well-known circus.
From a high diving board,
The small goat jumped and soared,
As the trainer became nervous.
The small goat did his best,
And the man did the rest;
They never once missed the water.
All that noisy applause
Was such great fun because,
It meant money, for a starter.
You could say it was fate,
At the Queen's dinner date,
When she made the trainer a knight.
The goat had a fine chair,
And his own bill of fare.
What an odd but wonderful sight.
The lesson here to know
Is that something can grow;
Enjoying work is important.
When you like what you do,
Don't exchange it for new;
Nurture and work and support it.
To quote Will Shakespeare's view,
"To thine own self be true,"
Live as good a life as you can.
As the goat would confide,
Stay around for the ride,
Become a fine woman or man.