Idiomatic Advice Poem by Ima Ryma

A little birdie told me you
Are bragging busy as a bee.
You hold your horses I say true,
Lots of ants in your pants I see.
The world is your oyster you dream.
Off on a wild goose chase you go
To grab the lion's share by scheme,
Yet not getting your ducks in a row.
This makes me mad as a hornet,
When you open a can of worms.
Your pigheadedness - I scorn it.
Don't have a cow hearing these terms.

Watching you like a hawk am I.
You'd better let sleeping dogs lie.