|Tao of Da-da easier to resist at beginning than at end.|
He who stands on tiptoe atop stool
winds up in Emergency Room.
He who rushes ahead
gets tripped by cat.
He who tries to shine
better not do it with matches.
He who defines himself with The Screaming Chicken
will spend time in solitary.
He who maintains power over others
will attend sensitivity training.
He who clings to blankie
will eventually make it into stinky sport coat.
He who talks like fortune cookie
will one day meet Fortune Cookie Monster.
If you want to accord yourself with The Tao of Da-da,
close your mouth, clean your room, be safe.
Da-da will mock himself.
[Excerpted from Da-da's unpublished third book, The Tao of Da-da (or "Strong Winds CAN Blow All Day, Depending on How Much Sugar Has Been Ingested"). Void where prohibited. Only gentle, two-fisted publishers may apply. And if you stack pillows near the fireplace, make sure they're fire-proof pillows.]