Whip up the liquid it will soon be hard,
Three little pigs have run out of lard,
Ivory towers killed many an elephant,
Nepotism for the arrogant.
Round and round the garden like a busy bee,
All those petal journeys to bring honey to me.
I jumped upon a lily pad to watch the ripples spread,
The dalai lama says I’ll be reborn after I’ll be redead.
Reminders of mortality are supposed to make us wise,
And see that all around us is an ever changing disguise.
Appreciate kindness it saves your life every day,
For the road to happiness only goes one way.