The Magical Mule is one to behold
He is sharp, he is wise
He is strong and he’s bold
The Magical Mule never gives up
He never surrenders
He is quite a chump
Day in and day out
He pulls his load
He treads alone
This lonely road
The Magical Mule cannot complain
If he’s feeling ill
Or if he’s in pain
It matters not
To his masters on Earth
The Magical Mule
Is both blessed and cursed
On the one hand he’s blessed
For he’s made a living
On the other he’s cursed
No life and just giving
Who now weeps for this Magical Mule
Who has left this world
A shiny jewel
Who will care for this mule
In a hundred years’ time
Who will remember his face
And know who he was
Just a Magical Mule
Who did not make a fuss
Who followed one rule
For he knows who he was
In every sense of the word
A Magical Mule