Literature has a way with interpreting things. Time has given some words new meanings.

A donkey walked along a well-trodden path.

"Ah! What a day to be gay!" The ass said. And what a day to be gay indeed.

The sun was out without a cloud insight. The blue of the sky shone that only came with Summer.

The flowers were thriving and trees swaying in a gentle rhythm.

The ass hummed happily, dancing in a lively jig.

What a gay day, indeed.