“Excuse these tears,” the Donkey said at last, recovering his family gravity. “Didn’t you ever hear the saying, A burnt child dreads the fire?”
Buddie nodded, and plucked up her spirits.
“Well, that’s an old saw. And you must have heard that other very old saw, No use crying over spilled milk.”
Another nod from Buddie.
“Here’s my setting of that,” said the Donkey; and after a few introductory chords, he sang:
No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk
With humor. MUSIC BY EMMA BONNER TAYLOR
“‘Oh, why do you cry, my pretty little maid,