Martha the Mule

Martha the mule was nobody’s fool
She knew her name though she wasn’t that tame
No one could ride her
Though no one derided her
Because she was just Martha the mule

Now Martha the mule
She was real cool
Though just half a horse
She had no remorse
At living her life in her stable of course

When Martha the mule was given a carrot
She munched on down and didn’t spare it
Every bite was such a delight
She would bray at even the sight
Of that tasty treat that was so sweet

That’s the story of Martha the mule
When you enter her stable
Don’t call her Mable
She’ll answer your call
With a bray from her stable
When you yell out
Martha the mule

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