My Goat

My goat.
My goat.
My frisky little goat.
It ate and ate but never touched an oat.
My little friend was a happy one as it frolicked around the yard.
It used to play with me until it got a feed.
But one day.
The day had come.
For my happy little friend.
It ate some rhododendron.
And that was the end of him.