Little Gray Donkey



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.