Old Grey Mule

My uncle had a old grey mule
His name was Simon Slick
About anything you ever did see
Was how that mule could kick

Whoa, mule, whoa!
Whoa that mule I say
Keep your seat, Miss Liza
Ain't got long to stay

I went to feed that mule one day
He met me with a smile
He backed one ear, winked one eye
And kicked me half a mile

Now this mule was a big one
He weighed ten thousand pounds
Every tooth he had in his head
Was eighteen inches round

I took him to the blacksmith shop
To get his mouth made small
Hе opened his mouth, took a yawn
Swallowed blacksmith shop and all