Guest blogger FarmWife on the subject of Mules.

The Mule

For soulful eyes and tuneful bray—
for strength to go and sense to stay—
for more work done per ounce of hay—
for this we thank the mule.

For shouldering a heavy load
or brightening the weary road—
for friendship and affection showed—
for this we thank the mule.

His earnest voice and noble air,
his fleetness, given by a mare,
his cleverness without compare—
for this we thank the mule.

The strength of yonder handsome jack
passed to his sons' and daughters' backs.
No person happiness shall lack
who truly loves a mule.

His greeting in the morning dew
rings out when loved beast welcomes you.
There's no mistaking trust so true!
There's no friend like a mule.

No feeling have I ever had
which matches that for my brown lad.
No mother mare nor donkey dad
can beat Bartholomule.

The best of both down to his core,
his heart is gold, his hoofsteps sure.
He's all I ever dreamed and more—
Fenway Bartholomule.