Don't ever be the goat in the farm,

A beautiful goat is loved by all,
She thinks the world is her farm,
The tree is her gift for being lovely,
thinking for herself she's the smart and intelligent one, and never observes the rope arouned her neck,

But the goat is not a goat,
Unless it realises itself,
If soon then she'll walk out like a horse,
or she'll be served and decorated freshly on a plate, on a delightful day.

I have seen people, who live like a goat, few come out like Horse, some come out like Mutton.
© ®iya