I once had my dogma
Squashed flat by a karma
One time in the Year of the Rat.
To soothe all my sorrow
I went and I borrowed
A honking big ol’ baseball bat.
With which I beat that yin-yang,
And knocked out his front fang
Saying, “That, my dear fellow, is that.”
So when you drive your karma
Stay away from my dogma
(Which now I’ve replaced with a cat.)