Not For Sale

The farmer’s young wife, May Bell,
Nagged him daily as a rule.
She thought her husband lazy
And she hated his old mule.

May Bell took him lunch one day
And walked up beside the plow,
A bit closer to the mule,
Than good prudence would allow.

The sheriff said that the mule
Fatally kicked her in the head.
(Just in case you didn’t know,
“Fatally” means she was dead!)

At the wake the women told
How much they would miss May Bell.
While the men asked the farmer
If his mule would be for sale.


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