STORY TELLING WITH A MORAL

Once there was a little goat

Who went along a vast shore

It couldn’t resist the huge boat

Which seemed to take people on a tour

It climbed aboard the boat at the dock

And smiled to itself at his polished tour

It loved the fact that there was no one to give it a knock

And there were many foods to fill its stomach and its jaw

He sneers thinking about its meddlesome mother

Who told it to keep away from the human race

And trust no one, not even its father

And take to its heels after destruction at a fast pace

Hahaha, ho, hahahaha

Hahaha kikikiki

There is none to boss me around here, ha

I am the boss whom nature served, hihihi, ki kikiki

It seems it had a little hit

But it fell over and saw an angry face

And a knife with part of its own parts in a kit

It looked keenly and saw it was looking down with its ghostly face.

Regret will do no good now

Costly mistakes are registered and can’t be undone

So even if you bow your head now,

There is nothing that can be done.

By amoafowaa