There once was a moment called Christmas
When a baby born was restless;
Born in order
to end our disorder
and my list to be thankful runs endless
There once was a wise man with Myrrh
Who caused quite a bit of a stirr
Bringing embalming oil
On Bethlehem's soil
That death may not have the last word
A donkey one, not relating to Christmas per se, but donkeys do appear in the Christmas story.
There once was a man called Balaam
Whose donkey brought him alarm
Where upon the wrong road
He cried out "Don't go!
The Lord gave me speech for no charm"
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