Just a little tiny one.

Sometimes it can big up.
Be big,
Big and strong.

Sneak up on you.
Sneak up on you.
Turn in something
That you never knew.
Evolve into a thing
You hardly recognize.
Your youth.
Evolution of you.
Mysterious you.

Like a prancing donkey,
Skying across the rainbow
At ten o’clock in the morning.
He’s looking for hay.
He’s looking for lunch time.

Breakfast wasn’t much.
Goin’ to find his antlers.
Donkey antlers.

Donkey dance.
Dance for donkey.
Look at that donkey dance.
Across the sky.
It’s ten o’clock in the morning.
He’s looking for an early lunch time.
Maybe a couple drinks.
Maybe a soup.
Maybe a salad.
Maybe a main course.

Dancin’ donkey.
Mysterious donkey.

No he’s not a jackass.
No he’s not a mule.
He’s a dancin’ donkey.

©1987 Birdies Music