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