Dear Little Goat

O' my lovely goat, I hope you don't hate me For calling you mine. I know someone else raised you, And probably there are many charmers Who make you smile. But for me, you've been the only one, Keeping whom, I'd feel happy in the long run. Your shiny eyes, Your perfect face, That bright skin, You're like a perfect sketch. And who am I? An ugly beggar with no dimes. What can I even give you? Love? How dare I?