Haikuna Matata by Michael Dylan Welch
 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! Previously, and mercifully, unpublished. + |