A Little goat went for a climb - A poem for little goats

A Little goat went for a climb
To the top of a little hill
He climbed and he climbed
And he climbed until
He reached the top of the hill

The little goat then looked around
From the top of the little hill
He looked and he looked
And looked till he had his fill
From the top of the little hill

The little goat at last looked down
From the top of the little hill
And he gave a little cry
When he saw how high
Was the top of the little hill.

The little goat tried to get down
From the top of the little hill
But the way was steep
And he fell in a heap
Near the top of the little hill

When the little goat opened his eye
Near the top of the little hill
A little teardrop fell
And fell and fell
To the bottom of the little hill.

But when it fell with a little splash
Mother goat at the bottom of the little hill
Saw the tear fall
And at once knew all
And climbed up the little hill

And when she neared the top
She saw on the little hill
Her baby little goat
With a sob in his throat
Near the top of the little hill

Mother goat picked up little goat
Near the top of the little hill
And carried him down
To her house in the town
Far away from the little hill

So the lesson we have learned
From the goat and the little hill
Is never to stray
Through night or day
And always listen to mother’s will.

Deepak Menon