Classic Poem

A Goat was nibbling on a Vine,
On glossy leaves and tendrils fine:
" Why wilt thou rend me thus, alas —
And is there then no good in grass?
But when the vintage comes, I'll be,
Thou bearded Goat, revenged on thee —
For at the altar 'twill be mine
To furnish to the priest the wine
Which he with pious lips and eyes
Shall pour o'er thee, thou sacrifice
To Dionysos, god of grapes. "