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There was a field in Nazareth, beside a joiner’s yard.

A little donkey stood and sighed for his life had been so hard.

“I’m getting old, and not much use, to carry heavy loads,

To trudge around the town all day on hot and dusty roads”.

His kindly master, Joseph, said: “You mustn’t worry now,

Just spend your old age quietly, with Bess, our milking cow.”

So Bess and he stayed in the field, and watched the world go by –

When suddenly from Heaven appeared an angel in the sky.

“There’s one last job on earth for you – a journey to be done.

A special donkey’s what we need for Mary and her son.

From Nazareth to Bethlehem – that is the road to take.

We’ve chosen you to do this task, especially for God’s sake.”

“But I am old and useless” the little donkey cried -

“But there again, I’d like the job for I feel quite young inside.”

The day arrived, and off they set in sunshine warm and bright,

They travelled over dusty roads, arriving before night.

There were such a lot of people – Bethlehem was really packed,

There were many other donkeys, with loads upon their backs.

The only place they all could rest was in a stable, warm.

The little donkey stood nearby when Jesus Christ was born.

He went to sleep so happy, “I’m not useless after all”

He dreamed about an angel who came to his stable stall.

“Your work on earth is finished, come to Heaven and take your rest –

God will love to have you with Him – of all donkeys you’re the best.”