Taxed Mule

Taxes
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he's fed.

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries, then
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his past

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers,
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin ,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid.

Put these words
upon his tomb,
" Taxes drove me to my doom..."

When he's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Be The Mule That You Gotta Be

song performed by

Queens of the Stone Age

"Give the Mule What He Wants"
The mule want it

The mule want it sunday

He'll eat it

He'll eat it one day

How long

Do I wait

Be the mule that you gotta be
Underwater, underwater one day

Gonna sink it, make em think it's too late

For your love

For your love

Be the mule that you gotta be

The Farmer and The Donkey

photo Jeffrey Hage

http://upchucky.net/~upchucky/flash-fun/farmer-donkey.swf

Once there was a farmer who owned an old mule. One day the mule fell into the farmer's well and the farmer heard the mule "praying" or whatever mules do when they fall into wells.
After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule or the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead he called all his neighbors and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. Initially, the old mule was hysterical, but as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back, HE COULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow,
"Shake it off and step up ... shake it off and step up!"He repeated this to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought "panic" and just kept right on
"shaking it off and stepping up!"It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, finally
STEPPED TRIUMPHANTLY OVER THE WALL OF THAT WELL!What seemed like it would only bury him actually helped him ... all because of the manner in which he handled adversity.

He's My Best Friend And I'm Not Getting Rid of Him

"Man rides mule from Minnesota to Wyoming "

GILLETTE, Wyo. - He rode his mule into town looking for work.

No, it wasn't the opening scene of a Western movie. It was what Rod Maday
did last week, ending a six-week odyssey from his hometown of Boy River,
Minn.

"I've done about 1,500 miles and I've got the saddle sores to prove it," he
said.

Maday said he lost his driver's license 10 years ago after he was accused in
a hit-and-run, and was having a hard time finding work in Minnesota. He
heard that Wyoming had plenty of jobs that paid well.

He set out with two mules. About a month ago, both mules got loose and one
was hit by a car. It had to be euthanized.

Maday arrived at the Department of Workforce Services office on Friday
morning wearing a torn shirt, dusty blue jeans, spurs and a cowboy hat.
Astride his brown and silver mule, Henry, he caused several double-takes.

He didn't stay long. He said some teenagers had yelled "uncalled for" things
at him while he was riding into town the night before.

"Gillette's nothing like what I had thought," he said.

He left Saturday morning, riding west toward the Bighorn Mountains.

"I could probably get a job and stay here, but I'm not willing to part with
my mule," Maday said. "He's my best friend and I'm not getting rid of him
for nothing."

Photo Credit Jonathan Pickard