A friend shared this on Facebook a bit pre-season, so I can happily share this with you on time. 😉 For your pleasure, “The Donkey,” by GK Chesterton:
When fishes flew and forests walkedAnd figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was bloodThen surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cryAnd ears like errant wings,The devil’s walking parodyOn all four-footed things.The tattered outlaw of the earth,Of ancient crooked will;Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;One far fierce hour and sweet:There was a shout about my ears,And palms before my feet.