The little gray donkey Joseph led
Was as tired as he could be,
But Mary was riding on his back,
So he walked most carefully.
At last they came to Bethlehem,
But the inn would spare no bed;
Their only shelter from the cold
Was a lowly cattle shed.
The little gray donkey wearily
Lay down among the sheep,
Stretched out his four small aching legs
And soon was fast asleep.
That night he dreamed that angel songs
Had echoed through the air,
And he woke to find the Baby Christ
And shepherds kneeling there.
Most reverently he came to look
And great was his reward,
For carrying Mary safe he shared
The birthday of our Lord.