WHO'S AN ASS?

[Even the meek can

be angered ... ]

Why do they say that I’m an ass -
That’s the name for the fool of the class.
Right, so my ears are big and floppy,
And I’m gentle and so they think I’m soppy,
But I’m not.

Who carried the babe in his Mother’s arms?
Who kept him safe from dangers and harms?
D’you know, sometimes they call me mulish,
And they mock and they dare to call me foolish.
But I’m not.

So who carried the Man through the waving palms,
And stayed surefoot through the thrashing arms?
It wasn’t you - you’d have let him fall.
It was me.

So watch it, all you who call me an ass:
You just don’t know - you’re not in my class.
And when he calls me, when he says “Come!”
I shall. Will you?
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