Hayvie, The New Kid on the Block

Fresh tall green grass to play in;
I've heard it's good to eat,
But when I want my dinner
All I do is bleat!

My Mom then comes to find me
To make sure nothing's wrong,
And feeds me with her warm milk
To make me big and strong.

I've met my other flock mates
And they don't really mind
When I'm sometimes in their way.
They just seem very kind!

There are no other small goats.
Guess I'm the special one.
There's no one in the pasture
With which to have some fun.

Often when I get confused,
I cannot find my mom.
For all the others look the same
All big and white and calm.

She knows when I am lonely.
She knows when I must eat.
She knows when I need protection.
That's really pretty neat.

Just for now I'll bide my time
Stay close to mom and grow
And maybe I will have some horns
Like others that I know.

I'm just a little newborn kid.
I'm cute in every way;
Born right here in this green pasture
And, here I think I'll stay.