When the glaciers still rose,

and the mists covered the hills,

God and the angels rode

their chariots through the sky,

and had a laugh.

They made the oddest animal,

with ears like runaway wings,

the clumsiest walk,

the awful, ear-numbing cry,

a squat and clumsy gait,

the people down below,

could not help but laugh.

The overworked outlaws of the animal earth,

they were starved, beaten, burdened without end.

Are you sad and sorry beasts?, God asked the derided

donkey:

But the donkeys just laughed, the joke, they said,

is on them, we keep our secret still,

we have an iron will,

we are anything but dumb,

the simple people of the world,

will do our bidding still.