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Written for Sugar Cube's mini slam, round 9 finals |
| How the Big Dipper Came to Be The ancient monk On Mt. Fuji walked In winter, spring, Summer and fall, And as he walked, He often stopped By a temple pond On his daily walks. There heβd sit And sell his tea To weary pilgrims Like you and me. On a brazier small Heβd steep it all In a teapot round And grey and small. He'd dip it out And serve it up In cups filled with Moonlight and stars, Then on his solemn Way he would go, To another temple Along the way. One day He walked To Oblivion itβs said; Sad but true, the Old monk was dead. But his legend lives on! Just look to the sky, And behold his dipper With your own eyes. Scooping up tea From the milky way And raining it down On you and me. |