I saw a donkey
One day old,
His head was too big
For his neck to hold;
His legs were shaky
And long and loose,
They rocked and staggered
And weren't must use.
He tried to gambol
And frisk a bit ,
But he wasn't quite sure
Of the trick of it.
His queer little coat
Was soft and grey,
And curled at his neck.
In a lovely way.
He looked so little
And weak and slim,
I prayed the world
Might be good to him
