The Wee Fat Stot

... While pasture's guid an' days are lang,
Enjoy yersel' an' tak' your sport;
Wha kens when life may be cut short?
Fate deals his dunts, nor cares a jot
For mortal man, or a wee fat stot!

Forgot how much I love this Scots version of the Prodigal Son.
Some wise advice too!
This wee fat stot was enjoying the "guid pasture" and not caring a jot!
I love cattle!