Donkeys are in love with carrots.
Carrots aren’t in love at all.
Hee-haw, hee-haw.
Listen to that loving call.
Carrots aren’t in love at all.
Hee-haw, hee-haw.
Listen to that loving call.
Donkeys are in love with
carrots.
Carrots give you orange skin.
I wish that you would once begin
to judge things purely on their merits.
Carrots give you orange skin.
I wish that you would once begin
to judge things purely on their merits.
What animal smells worst?—Well,
ferrets.
Behavior earns you hell?—Well, sin.
Donkeys seed the world with carrots,
their apples tracking where they’ve been—
Behavior earns you hell?—Well, sin.
Donkeys seed the world with carrots,
their apples tracking where they’ve been—
donkeys with a share in Barrett's
Privateers. They’d fire no guns,
pile up Copenhagen tins,
and guard their hold of stolen clarets.
Pirates count their loot in carets.
Privateers. They’d fire no guns,
pile up Copenhagen tins,
and guard their hold of stolen clarets.
Pirates count their loot in carets.
