The Jackass on the Lawn
An Irish priest named Father O’Toole
Looked out of his window at dawn.
he was startled by the sight he saw—
a jackass lay dead on his lawn.
He telephoned the station, and
spoke to a Sergeant Greer
“This is Father O’toole,” he said.
“I have a problem here.”
“There is a jackass on my lawn
And he is quite dead, too.
Could you send out a couple of lads
I don’t know what to do?”
The sergeant, a wit, smirked to himself,
Envisioning the sight
“Well Father, I have always thought
t’was you who gave last rites.”
The priest paused briefly, then he said,
“Oh yes, quite true, my friend
but first I feel that I’m obliged
to notify next of kin”