The Donkey by G.K.C.

THE DONKEY

   G. K. Chesterton

When fishes flew and forests walked

   And figs grew upon thorn,

Some moment when the moon was blood,

   Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry

     And ears like errant wings,

The devil's walking parody

     On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth

     Of ancient crooked will;

Starve, scourge, deride me.  I am dumb,

      I keep my secret still.

Fools!  For I also had my hour,

   One far fierce hour and sweet:

There was a shout about my ears

    And palms before my feet.