A goat. And why not?

In memory of Bella Lugoati (My ex Mother-in-law's hilarious omnivorous pedigree Toggenburg goat)

Now what was that about a goat?
A beast with such notorious throat
That with a shake, a twist and gulp
It can turn the world to pulp
And swallow down the moon as well
Quite careless of the tidal swell.

A goat's the one that stole the rose
The bud, the stem, the garden hose.
Quite regardless of the risk
It takes on salty tamarisk
It laughs at spikes and burrs and thorns
It scoffs 'em all and shakes its horns

The thistle tempts it with its spines
But best of all are washing lines
For there is hanging, treat of treats
Your silk shirt and your clean sheets
With tinkling bell and merry caper
All that's left looks like wastepaper

Beware the goat and all its charm
It will soon tug off your arm
And, friendly-like, while stunned you stand
It will steal your other hand
And then with all affection showing
While your back is turned, unknowing
It will butt you in the bum
And laugh again, while you succumb