Mower is broken; I can't be mowing.
Herbage is pokin' low-flying birds.
Grazing goats springing, grazing goats munching,
Grazing goats flinging herbaceous turds.

Eat it, weeds and all; they've cut down seven
Feet--it was that tall. They thirst for grass.
Spraying their pee jets, they wet my garden.
They'll have more eats yet--my biomass.

It's worse than field blight; this transcends mowing--
Don't take just a bite--they lay it waste.
Graze vegetation, graze things not growing--
Great goat gustation: omnivore tastes.