Once, was a donkey,
so silly so slow,
In wisdom of his,
He saw a wierd show.

In garden he noticed,
A lady tall, fair,
Her hair in braids ,
that woven with care.

And braid of lady long,
Hung from her head,
He thought was a tail,
so he brayed and said.

O Lady why do you,
keep such a long tail?
Behind your head,
What a cocktail?

O lady, young lady,
Your tail gone wrong,
Does not look simple,
Just sounds a gong.

Do you know value of,
tail , back of waist,
Though looks so funny,
But Not thing to waste.

With tail on the back,
one can swat a fly,
Can calm a kid with,
tail when he cry.

Keep down ,in fear,
in anger can smack,
Can clean the garbage,
with tail at the back.

Lady, O lady, please,
don't take offense,
Your tail, so...