Greeted heats

"I'd like a moat" blurted the legs
for purposes unknown to pegs
"Make that 2" grambled the liar
"-but suddenly there ain't a squire"

The porridge oats and barley wheats
gathered to make some greeted heats
The moat was delivered to an ear's extents
without the aid of purple shrimp tents

Within 4 clucks the moon appeared
offering people a sew on beard
"No thanks, moon" a goat replied
-within an hour he was dead and fried

"The moral is this" the goat explained
"You see I am dead yet earlobes are gained
In the future don't render your bait
just always eat what's on your plate."