Nobody loves me
\nAnd why should that be?
\nI work for my living
\nand the hot sun burns me
\noften neglected
\nthose steep hills and ground
\nTake so much out of me
\nThats what I’ve found<\/p>\n
I work in a Tip
\nits a smelly old place
\nflies and big maggots
\nall over my face
\nI get little water
\nand have several sores
\nI’d love to lay down
\nsomewhere indoors<\/p>\n
for the rains are upon us
\nand all of this mud
\nyou guessed it, I’m Donkey
\nI hear that old thud
\nof my heart, it grows weary
\nlike me, ah! I sigh
\nNobody loves me
\nI wish I knew why?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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