The donkey carries burdens faithfully As it strolls along. Relentless; he’s just about the best, Never seems to need a rest.
It’s nod and gaze and solemn face. Does the donkey bray or nay, Or do anything to spoil your day? It’s repetitious daily round.
It’s hooves a-stepping on the ground, And yet it goes without complaint. An example to many a saint; And now I know the reason why Jesus chose a donkey,
The week before he went to die. And they cried “Hosanna to the king”; Threw their garments on the floor. The donkey walked across; It had not been ridden on before. For our Lord it was humility The donkey shared so easily; And a cross upon the donkeys back Is clearly seen, Where the Saviour of the world has been.
It was great to hear the children play; Up and down the street they ran. Excitement built at the sound Of the painted ice cream van.
Every day, it never failed; “Mozarts Sonata in C Major”, Was the tune it always played. Wolfgang Amadeus would not realise His music composition Made the ice cream taste so nice. That’s when a little girl was introduced To Mozarts tune. and it produced An accomplished 0rganist and Pianist. Now how the years have flown, And this little girl has grown. Now Claire is teaching students of her own; Inspired by that harmonic tone And her first taste of Gollonies Ice Cream Cone!