There once was a goat in a flock
Who dreamed of wandering about the block
One day he slipped away
And wandered without delay
The other goats thought he was lost
But he was free, without any cost
The grass was greener on the other side
And the goat felt free, his spirit untied
He roamed the fields and hills
A life of adventure, with no frills
But he realized something as he grazed
Being alone was not all he craved
For though he enjoyed his newfound liberty
Being away from his flock, was not his destiny
So one day he made his way back
To his siblings, without any lack
They welcomed him back with open arms
Realizing they had not lost their charm
The goat learned that freedom is nice
But together, they thrived, that was the spice.
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