Nino stews in envy as if he were in a
cauldron of bubbling black oil,
When someone else gets praised,
it really makes his blood boil,
If he isn’t recognized as special,
It makes him radically recoil.
The loving Lord needs to gently pop
Nino’s egotistical balloon,
Or this donkey will be despised,
as a proud, puffed-up buffoon,
But when glad at others’ blessings,
his soul plays a beautiful tune.