Nobody's Mule - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
NOBODY'S MULE. 
The mule seemed pensive, even sad, As if by conscience pricked; But when they came to share his woes. He raised objections-kicked. 
The cat came up to sympathize, With mew and gentle purr, Alas! she cot within his reach, When-fiddlestrings and for. 
The dog, in pity, neared him to Alleviate his care, He tried to pass around him once, But-sausage meat and hair. 
And John, the honest farmer boy, Who had the beast in charge, Tried recklessly to harness him-His funeral was large. 
Oh, trifling were the causes which His flexile legs unfurled, And many were the quadrupeds That songht another world. 
He never did a decent thing, He wasn't worth a ducat; He kicked and kicked until he died, And then he kicked the bucket.