Whitey An Liv
White donkey had much love and heartfelt affection to give
His most special intergalactic friend was a cat named Liv.
Without any problem, Whitey and Liv agreed on everything,
Best of all, they discovered they both could sing.
Whitey would bray, and Liv would meow in the night.
They would cuddle up together, a glorious interracial sight.
They were the best of friends for twenty years or more.
Thirty even maybe, and this is truly no folklore.
There they go, Farmer Henry said to Louella, his corpulent wife.
I wish the other animals would show such a lack of strife.
Let’s have them give seminars to the others, out in the barn.
So Liv and Whitey did, and it worked like a charm.
The chickens and sheep began to lay with each other.
The puppy took a cow to be his adoptive mother.
The cow cuddled up with the rooster so thick.
The seminar by the two had truly done the trick!
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