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A Donkey's Tale
A little donkey had some bad luck
He couldn't tie his shoes with his trunk
He tried and tried, and constantly fell
Prayed for a miracle, but to no avail
He was frustrated and sad
He wanted to be special in clad
He didn't want to be unofficial
He wanted a job as Squalls’ practitioner
He loved old Squalls so much
And wanted to help him be Dutch
For wooden shoes were his love
But how can a naked donkey register
To the Ministry of Doves?
All this nonsense of rule-abiding
Left him depressed and made him feel like a fool
Why can't he help his friend be free,
When he doesn't have an education, nor a degree?
He roamed the entire animal kingdom
When his depression became known
There, heard him the wisdom owl
And wanted to meet with this poor homeless
The owl had begun with a suggestion
Why wouldn't the donkey start with a question?
The donkey there laid, his heart's misfortune
And the owl listened and nodded with intention
Then the owl, the wisest of them all, said
Why don't you come to his aid?
With your own skills at bay
By begging something of a different sway
Then he explained his meaning
He gave an example from fishing
The fish is caught due to wanting of worm
Although many times they have been warned
They don't decipher their next move
They are pretty oblivious, as dogs
Donkeys are even stupider than that.
What are you? Oh, my mistake
The donkey felt bad, but thought
Maybe this jerk is right
For wanting can be misleading
And driving you away from the beginning
He realized what he had to do
Help old Squalls with a different view
He would find him something he loved better
And give it to him with a letter
He pondered more about the subject
And suddenly his mind had to interject
Why don't you give him something that lasts
Something as pure as chicken dust
This revelation made his ears prick up
For chicken dust was a real heart pump
It helped cure and feel better
Now all that was left was the letter
He came to old Squalls and gave him his gift
Wondering how he would like this shift
Old Squalls trembled with glee
And even a tear, he was able to see
Then he opened the letter and it said
From roaming in agony to the treasure in all the land
For this is you, old Squalls, my friend
With a shiny aura which spreads like the stars
From the softest of big hearts
To you this chicken dust
For wood may not last
But health and good times are a treasure
That brings joy by your calming composure
May you always bless me with your being
For you, a donkey, thanks to you, found a meaning
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