Haikuna Matata

      by Michael Dylan Welch

Haikuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Haikuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze

It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free short poetry
Haikuna Matata!

Why, when he was a young haijin
He found his haiku lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the kukai after every meal
I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And oh, the shame
Thought of changin’ my name
And I got downhearted . . .

Haikuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Haikuna Matata!
Ain’t no passing craze

It means no worries
For the rest of your days
Yeah, sing it, kid!
It’s our problem-free short poetry
Haikuna Matata!


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