You could call me a goat in heaven
Yes I am the goat that waters and watches the crops in Gods garden,
for it is still early to sow and work as much as I want.
Yes I am the goat that plants and waters the lemon grasses in Gods garden
for with full blessing,
I am anointed and paid with.
You might call me, a mere goat,
but my seeds are my grace.
Whether you like it or not.
Yes, I am the goat that harvests the crops in Gods garden,
for I have sowed and planted when the morning was still rosy, young and new.
O! what a shame!
it hurts you now,
for you boldly said to me, laughingly;
I am an untouchable lion on earth.
Now you are been rewarded with counterfeited blessings.
Oh! sorry, my dear losser,
now you know it’s pretty worthless,
for you thought I was a goat,
for sowing in heaven and not on earth.
Oh! It’s too late to be a goat like me.
Woah! you are begging and crying now;
for your entire insignificant and insipid attitude has turned your fat bank account into a pot, filled with fart.
Oh! Sorry, too late to sow in heaven,
for this is dry season in heaven.
I pray you will be able to wait till it is raining season in heaven,
so that you could be a humble goat in heaven like me, and sow abundantly fruitfully.