MULE FALL REGRETS!
My mule went left,
And I went right,
On a mountain trail
Of great height,
I grabbed for the reins,
But none was there,
All I could grab
Was handfuls of air,
I fell and fell
From that great height,
At first, I simply screamed
With all my might,
But I stopped screaming
After a while,
Then, suddenly,
I began to smile!
“No more taxes!”
“And no more debt!”
But then, once again, I became
Filled with regret,
“No more fishing,
And no more sweethearts,”
“And I bet the ground
Will break me apart!”
And so, yes, that is when,
I began to scream again!
The moral: when your mule goes left,
Don’t go right, and you’d better hold on tight! 😊
