On Top of My Donkey

by Eric Ode
(Sing to the tune of “On Top of Old Smoky”)

On top of my donkey
all covered with fleas,
we stink like a polecat
and old, moldy cheese.

The bears and the panthers
are nothing to fear.
Our smell is so dreadful
they never come near.

We turn over boulders
to find what’s beneath.
The green bugs are tasty,
but stick to our teeth.

We ride through the canyons,
through wind, rain, and frost.
We’re bold and courageous
and frequently lost.

So come join our journey.
We do as we please,
just me and my donkey
all covered with fleas.

Text © Eric Ode, reprinted from Tall Tales of the Wild West (And a Few Short Ones), published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Ben Crane. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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