“……but I’m not GOOD enough for that High Room!”
“I not good enough,clean enough for goin’
into that High Room of Light,” moaned one critter,
that Flop-Eared Donkey, brayin’ in sad groanin’
in the Wind of Disgust of mind in fear so bitter.
Flop-Eared Boy ran to cry on Donkey’s neck:
“You beez mah fweenz, youz carry mah load!”
“Waitsee,waitsee,” spouted Big Croakie on deck.
“Dat beastie kicked me down no bettr’n a toad!”
So Boy pulled one donkey ear to lead up to Room;
But Croakie hopped on other ear to smash back down:
“He’uns no go in High Room of Light wid ME!”did boom
Out Old Croakie in great frantic hoppin’ under mean frown.
“Then ye can just hop right on out with Snarlies and Growlies,”
pointed all friends in winding chorus blowing up to high shelf.
“Oh,me, oh my, oh bye-bye,” Croakie wept deep in his bowelies.
“Oh, I sees now I give not to Donkey what I’se wants for Self.”
“Oh, please, please, O thou dear cloud o’ witnesses so clean:
“I is beggin’ just one-toe-room in low,low corner of High Space.”
Then did Flop-Eared Donkey step right up smartly to keen:
“Oh, now ’tis I who begs dis Croakie to be forgivin’ me w’out trace.”
Then didst Littley Lamb whisper up to Old Crow:
“Let Rainbow Fly gleam on Donkey and Frog alike,
“Flap them both right quick, quick up and up in tow
“Right straight into High Room free from all strike.”