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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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Elton Camp
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