A fun little poem about a sheep that I thought of while jogging

There once was a sheep

Who ate grass by the heap

It wandered through shops

It trotted across streets

Then it happened upon wheats

Which it devoured in six heavenly feasts

Through fields and farms it rambled

Up and down mountains it scrambled

And at long last

It found mounds of oat, oh so vast

But alas

Those oats

They had been claimed by the goats