You Could Call Me a Goat In Heaven

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.