Memories from childhood: the donkey
The song of the donkey (“to my donkey, to my donkey”) had to be here. I had this great trauma from my childhood, (ok, ok it wasn’t a great trauma, but it wasn’t a very nice memory either).
What happens with the song is that one day I was telling my boyfriend how cruel it is… my boyfriend looked at me again as if I were crazy, he tells me that the song is not cruel at all, then I look back at him deeply hurt and I say:
- “How is it not cruel?, the donkey dies!!!!!!, everything the doctor does to him, and the donkey dies, he ends up in a pine box!!!!”
Then he says to me -“HOW?!?!?!?!”
I say - “I don’t know, but I remember that the donkey dies at the end of the song and when I was little I suffered a lot for the little donkey :’( ”
Finally he says: - “I don’t remember so much, it could be”
So I, determined to solve the serious matter of the little donkey, searched for it on Google!!!! (what else was I going to do) guess what??? … My boyfriend was right, the donkey doesn’t die.
I found many many versions of the song, even a vulgar version I must say, but in none of them does the donkey die. :D :D :D :D
The version that most resembles the one I remember ends like this:
To my donkey, to my donkey he doesn’t hurt anything anymore but he’s so lazy sleeping in bed
The most common ending is:
To my donkey, to my donkey he doesn’t hurt anything anymore the doctor has given him apple syrup
Well… I was very happy to discover that the donkey doesn’t die, and I just wanted to share the memory and maybe bring back some memories with this song.
Here a flash with the story of the little donkey. :D :D :D :D :D