The Zonkey

The Zonkey

By Elton Camp

There once was a donkey without a mate
Of being alone, she finally got her bate

A caller came with strangely-striped skin
She gladly called out, “Come right on in.”

So then, after several months had passed
The jenny bore a colt who was a blast

She knew where his markings came from
But to the other donkeys, she played dumb

The zebra pulled back for a pretty good while
Until convinced that it really was his child

When the little zonkey went out to play
His friends would sneer and then bray

“My mother says I can’t be around you.
To play with a half breed just won’t do.”

Prejudice like this is found in other species
Selecting mates, humans can’t do as they please

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