A Fair Advice

The advice of a faithful friend May save you from torturing end But this did not happen to the donkey Who ignored this perfect key He lived with a farmer in a village Lean, weak and very old in age The whole day long he worked for his master But in the night he let him loose to wander One night he in the jungle street He, to a jackal, happened to meet To follow a friendship Both agreed And set out to find some feed Got into a large farm of cucumbers Gladly filled their empty chambers Now it was their repeated action every might And soon the donkey gathered fat and might One cool night Uncle donkey was too glad And wished to sing a beautiful ballad Nephew jackal warned not to sing any song For it might awaken the farmer for a wrong But uncle’s musical soul was eager So the jackal left him there to be singer Laying in the field, uncle brayed with might And the harsh notes awakened the night Farmers with heavy clubs rushed to the thief And thrashed the donkey without a brief Anyhow laming and murmuring came out he with price Repenting not to follow a true friend’s advice