The Mule
One Sunday after dinner with nothing to do
MULE frolicked and pranced
Saying my father was a stallion
Then it was back to work on Monday
Wearisome and disconsolate
MULE said, nay, my father was an ass, after all.
One Sunday after dinner with nothing to do
MULE frolicked and pranced
Saying my father was a stallion
Then it was back to work on Monday
Wearisome and disconsolate
MULE said, nay, my father was an ass, after all.
