The little Donkey came home, shut the door
Sad face, sad eyes, began to pour
Salty tears came running down
These weren’t tears of a clown
His Momma said, "What’s wrong with you?"
Offered a hanky in which he blew
He was at a birthday party that day
A whole lotta piñata and games to play
Then Goat said, "Let’s play pin the tail."
The group of animals began to swell
Each had a tail, each a sharp pin
Goat had a foul, grimmacing grin
They blindfolded Goat and spun him around
He was dizzy and daffy, he fell to the ground
When Goat got up, he grabbed the pin
Walked closer to Donkey, he wanted to win
He heard Donkey hee-haw unhappily
Tied tight to the Goat family tree
Goat inched closer, he would not subside
He stuck that pin into Donkey's back side
There was a hee-haw, a jolt, and a call
Goat got a kick right in his jaw
His goatee was bruised and much, much worse
Father Goat shamed Donkey with the Billy Goat Curse
Momma Donkey said, "Come on we're gonna be late!"
Momma crashed right through Billy Goat's gate
Then she flattened the Goat's door down to the floor
She saw her foes, her anger rose, right to its core
Momma yelled, "If you ever get near my kid again
You'll be Goat cheese, you'll be food for men!"
The Donkeys strutted home, Momma lay down her purse
She told Donkey about the real Billy Goat curse
They chewed on weeds and garden shrubs
That Billy Goat curse was just for the Cubs.
Author Notes: The power of a Momma's love.