I Am Going To Marry Her
Jimmy’s pretty donkey had a head for math
She was kind also, never got even, never had any wrath
Male donkeys in the stable were always sniffing around
They loved her beauty, and her empathetic energetic sound
Donkey named Little Red was a barnyard beauty for sure
She was also true to her word, and her heart was totally pure.
I am going to marry her, the bachelor donkeys all said.
She rolled her eyes at this; none of them were very well-bred.
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