Knowing other Da-das doesn’t breed intelligence;
Da-das aren’t that smart.
Knowing that Da-das are purely redundant is true wisdom,
mastering little monsters – OR MA-MA – pure folly.
Mastering Da-da is dead-easy.
Mastering Da-da-ness is not.
When you realize that you’ve had enough,
hunker down in your foxhole... er, den
and resolve yourself to being stinky.
Hey, at least it’s quiet.
If you stay in the center
and wrap big pillows around yourself,
no thrown toy can hurt you.
[Excerpted from Da-da's unpublished third book, The Tao of Da-da (or "Strong Winds CAN Blow All Day, Depending on How Much Sugar Has Been Ingested").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. Um... a little help? Da-da's stuck in the floor again.]