Buddha
Buddha was a merry old fellow
His skin and teeth the same
shade of yellow
The fat old man was thought
to be wise
And the words he taught
opened many eyes
Though some contend they were
all lies
Statues of Buddha now abound
In some he’s thin and in
others round
They are supposed to be a
good luck charm
But I feel in fact that they
do harm
For statues of stone or gold
or tin
When they are worshipped it
is a sin
Buddha in his glory may sit
on many a throne
But for me I’ll leave Buddha
alone
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