The donkey figures he will find
Love and admiration faster
If he tries to kiss his master;-
This goes through his inmost mind:
"That lapdog, there, because he's trick
Is living like a little sister
With the missus, with the mister.
I get beaten with a stick!
"What does he do, the pampered pup?
He lifts his paw, they kiss his puss.
If that's the way to have a fuss
Made over you, I'll practice up."
When Mister seems affable enough
The donkey comes up clop, clop, clop
And pastes his lord a tender bop
Right to the jaw with a dirty hoof.
The ornament the love affair,
The donkey adds a gracious touch
To his muscular approach
By carolling a tender air.
"Pah, what a kiss! Ouch, what a wail!"
The master snorts. "Ho, varlet, bring
The stick." The donkey starts to sing
A different tune. Thus ends the tale.
Never let us force our talent
Or we'll lose the magic touch.
A sodden oaf, however much
He strives, cannot become a gallant.
Only God's favourites are able
To take the gifts of life with grace.
That's a fact we'd better face
Or be the donkey of the fable.
Ref: Selected fables
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