Thursday, October 27, 2005

Words for singing along with the donkeys

The Donkeys Union Song

Come comrades join the chorus
of the donkeys’ serenade
Let us rouse the hottest passions
of us donkeys on parade

Tell the world we’re members
of a glorious old tradition.
We’re the good old Donkey’s Union
full of enterprise and ambition.

We’ve been on the job for ages,
carried Moses and the Great One
in the mountains, plains or deserts
where it frizzles or it freezes

Now we’re loaded with experience
and wisdom of the ages
so we’re not just beasts of burden
or some smudge on history’s pages.

Just ask any Jack or Jenny
what it’s like to be an ass.
They’ll swell with pride and tell you-
we’ve got culture, we’ve got class.


At 7:59 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

And class they have. A fun piece, Fran, but with a serious message.


At 8:56 AM, Blogger Luna said...

That's very cute! I like the rhythm and the rhyme. I can see these donkeys singing.

At 10:06 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Great anthem, with attitude.

At 5:12 AM, Blogger Foister Von Ripster said...

What a song! Your obvious talent at composition has alerted and converted the roving eye of a certain guy: that Gnight of Gnatty Verse, that King of Karouse, that penner of penchant, proclivity and propensity. In short, Francis, The Foister finds your fiddling fine! Play on, MacDuff, since music be the food of stuff. More! More! Let it pour, we implore! This Ass-inine Corps who are all in rapport, we adore your score! Encore! Encore!

My own beast of bourdon, a charming Donkey by the name of Hoity, is wont to sing with a snigger: “it can’t be crass when it’s sung by an ass!” (Hoity, unfortunately, has a rather pendulous singing voice which actually most resembles a repetitious, repetitive and redundant bilge of a bagpipe, but we kindly do not torment him with this fact inasmuch as he is in truth top brass, an ass with much class.)

Looking forward with all anxiety to hearing more of your snazzy variety, I remain:

Yours Most Sincerely of Virtue,

Foister Von Ripster

At 11:08 PM, Blogger Fran said...

Dear Foister: I love it but must admit my dear partner, Jim, is the rhymster of this establishment. I particularly appreciated the description of Hoity's voice. Yours, the Secretary

PS You may recall that the Gypsy Queen has a store of inconspicuous ear plugs.

At 3:32 AM, Blogger Fran said...

PS 2: it is evening and we're still laughing O Foister.


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