My Green, Green Grass

I saw my fields green, a minute ago
Now a pale goat on grasses that grow
It's but a minute that passed
Maybe tomorrow I'll cut the grass

The pale goat ran before tomorrow
Like a phoenix, escaped from snow
The goat is gone, says the crow
Should I grip the bird's claw?

And find the pale goat who've visited my grass
That forces me the grass to cut
With heedless determination- but
Frail hands, sure won't last

And so I'll stay between these meadows
Or inside my old house and watch by my windows
And never for a pale goat, to let it pass
To eat what is mine, my green, green grass!