There once was a family who decided upon,
a ramble in the woods one fine winter morn.
Two goats went a bleating, they wanted to come, too.
Only one saw it fit to jump a fence to join.
The other stayed home, saddened and stewed.
So mother, father, grandpa, and girl took
their dog and their goat for a stroll in the wood.
It pays to be fit, to not be so fat.
If only the other could stop eating to see that.