by School Girl
Of all the donkeys ever
My father was the best.
He didn't wear a three piece suit,
He didn't wear a vest,
He never started work on time,
He never knew if it would rain or shine,
And if you put every farmer in a line
They would all confirm he was a pest.
My father had a favourite quote,
And that was - men are cruel.
And so he did his very best
To save me from their school.
Instead he taught me how to play,
To kick up my heels most of the day,
To give the very loudest bray
And to break almost every rule.
My father lived a happy life,
Waving his great big ears.
And he doesn't give a toss
That he's the cause of many heart felt tears.
Of farmers who have bought him,
Of mares that loved and lost him,
Not a thought have they cost him,
Through his fun filled years.