Ku`u Pete (My Pet) - Words by Mary Kawena Pukui, music by Irmgard `Âluli 

He ʻano ʻē nō o pete, ēhēhē ēhēhē
Kuʻu kēkake punahele, ēhēhē ēhēhē
He maikaʻi a he nuha
He maikaʻi a he nuha,
He lole lua ke ʻano ʻē, ēhēhē ēhēhē ēhēhē

He maikaʻi nō e Pete, ēhēhē ēhēhē
ʻEleu mai hoʻi kau, ēhēhē ēhēhē
Mea ʻole nā pōhaku
Mea ʻole nā pōhaku
Nā ʻalu me nā piʻina ʻē, ēhēhē ēhēhē ēhēhē

I nuha mai ʻo Pete, ēhēhē ēhēhē
Holo nā wāwae i mua, ēhēhē ēhēhē
Helu nā wāwae i hope
Helu nā wāwae i hope
Noho iho i ke ala nui ʻē, ēhēhē ēhēhē ēhēhē

Huki mai au ma mua, ēhēhē ēhēhē
Pahu aku au ma hope, ēhēhē ēhēhē
ʻAʻohe ka maliu iho
ʻAʻohe ka maliu iho
I ko pā ka ʻuepa ʻē, ēhēhē ēhēhē ēhēhē

Haʻina mai ka puana, ēhēhē ēhēhē
No Pete hana ʻāpiki, ēhēhē ēhēhē
Ke nuha mai ʻoiala
Ke nuha mai ʻoiala
Noho iho i ke ala nui ʻē, ēhēhē ēhēhē ēhēhē
Surely unusual
Is my favorite donkey
He is good and he is stubborn
He is good and he is stubborn
What a peculiar dispostion

Pete is terrific
So agile and nimble
Stones mean nothing
Stones mean nothing
Over the hills and down the valleys

Pete is stubborn
The feet forward
Feet up and back
Feet up and back
He'll plop right down on the road

I tug from in front
And push from behind
But he just will not heed
But he just will not heed
Even to the crack of a whip

Let the story be told
Of Pete's obstinate nature
When he gets stubborn
When he gets stubborn
He'll plop right down on the road

Source:: Hailama Farden from "Kani ka pila! The musical legacy of Irmgard Kealiʻiwahinealohanohokahaopuamana Farden ʻAluli." - In 1825, Richard Charlton, the first British consul to Hawaiʻi, imported 4 donkeys to Honolulu. Their value was immediately realized and more were imported to provide transporation for the coffee industry in Kona. These beasts of burden were used to haul the coffee harvest from the mountains to the seaport over rugged and steep terrain. Every evening the donkeys would bray and they became known as the" Kona Nightingales". After World War II, farmers purchased and used military surplus jeeps to haul their coffee. No longer useful, some donkeys were released into the wild on the slopes of Hualālai. Today, a herd of about 35 donkeys, descended from the Kona Nightingales, still roam the barren lava terrain above the coastal resorts at Kaʻūpūlehu. Many donkeys became pets and one was adopted by the uncle of Mary Pukui. She wrote this song for her uncle’s pet donkey