Why would a sailor do a thing
To cause his ship come to sink

Such shrink of fortune would spring
By a neat empty act of hard fling

Done by a dull *** carefree
Full and tied to an old tree

Halt and behold this story
Wiser than the sailor's history

Once in a land there was an ***
Happy and singing in the grass

A long robe tied to an old tree
Had made him feel assly free

Praising his owner loudly proud
Sang melodies to the village's crowd

Shouting, champing, darkly brown
Donkey king of golden crown

Keeping his voice village's round
Bothered people till they frowned

Once when farmer working around
Feeding fishes, deeply drowned

Scared donkey out of fear
Louder'd his voice wet in tear

Having no choice but to fight
Hunger and thirst day and night

Village's people passing by
Didn't get poor ***' cry

Faster'd their feet to walk away
Not knowing bout his null tray

The poor donkey had passed away
Out of thirst and lack of hay.