Wrapped version of Goatseus Maximus Interoperable and interdimensional Our only aim is to achieve parity with our unwrapped asset In a meadow bright, where the daisies sway, Lived a curious goat, both merry and gay. With a coat of fine wool, all fluffy and white, He wandered each day, a delightful sight. One sunny morn, with a skip and a leap, He found a white foam, where the wildflowers sleep. With a mischievous grin, he wrapped it around, His head and his horns, as he pranced on the ground. “Look at me now!” he bleated with glee, “A wrapped-up sensation, come see, come see!” The butterflies fluttered, the birds chirped in tune, As the wrapped goat danced under the light of the moon. But soon came a breeze, playful and bold, It tugged at the foam, so shiny and gold. The goat spun around, in a whirlwind of fun, Twisting and twirling, under the warm sun. His friends gathered 'round, with laughter and cheer, “Join us, dear goat, for the springtime is here!” So, they danced and they played, a jubilant crew, With the wrapped goat leading, his spirit so true. At dusk, as the stars began to take flight, He lay in the grass, feeling snug and tight. For in that sweet moment, he came to believe, That sometimes the wraps are the gifts we receive.