The Ass And The Flute





Be it good or bad,

This little lay

To me occurred to-day,

By chance.



Through a field in our village

A wandering ass

One day did pass,

By chance.



Left by a careless swain,

Forgotten on the ground,

There a flute he found,

By chance.



As he stopped to smell it--

This donkey grave--

A snort he gave,

By chance.



Into the flute his breath

Happened to find its way,

And the flute began to play,

By chance.



"Oho!" said the wise beast,

"How well I can play!

Who will say me nay?

By chance.".



* * * * *



There are donkeys plenty,

Who, without one jot of art,

May, for once, well play a part,

By chance.





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