Written by Sherry Ann Persad

oh how do i remember yet
and very proud i used to get,
like a little king i sat upon …my ass

And when through rough roads we trod
and gets himself all into mud
There i’ll take my tub in hand
and wash …my ass

When seated upon his springy back,
my little whip i used to crack
Then i’ll take my whip in hand
and crack …my ass

Boys too so mean and trick,
at least to hit him wit their sticks
Then they’ll take their heavy boots
and kick …my ass

My grief for this was so sincere
because i love my donkey dear
So come wit me my friend
and shed a tear
and kiss …my ass