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 much use

He tries 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

His face was wistful

And left no doubt

That he felt life needed

Some thinking about

So he blundered round

In venturesome quest,

And then lay flat

On the ground to rest

He looked so little

And weak and slim,

I prayed the world

Might be good to him

Anonymous