This should be a sad tale 

But my account is far from that 

When I was a child I lived in France 

With my two cousins Guy and Anne 

We all lived on a farm near Tours 

Anne was nicknamed Ânesse

Due to her equine features

And general clumsiness 

She was the sweeter of my two cousins 

But was killed in a car accident 

This shattered my adopted family 

I was soon returned to England 

To live with my father and stepmother 

These were my miserable years 

Which seemed to be never ending 

My French family had fractured 

Very much like my own divided family

I was often in trouble with the cops 

That was until I received a letter from Guy 

Who was by then working on another farm 

He asked me to visit him as soon as I could 

As he wanted to share something truly extraordinary 

For on this farm which housed neglected donkeys 

There was a donkey who was very very special 

Due to its almost comical clumsiness 

I will not continue as I think you have guessed 

The path of my unusual and quite fantastic story 

If you have not please return to my opening 


Till Then 


Billy B