The Noise In The Himalayas by J Patrick Lewis

The yak is the talkative species of ox

and that’s how he passes the bull.

And over the eyes of the sheep in their flocks,

he’s usually pulling the wool.


The way you can tell them apart is a snap

for the fact of the matter is

the bull never bothers to open his yap

and the yak never closes his.


The leopard, the lion, the hawk and the dove

are scribbling notes in the snow

as they listen to speeches and sermons on love

from the yak who surely should know.


Not a bull can be heard in the Himalayas –

the bulls have gone home to relax.

The racket you hear in the mountains all day is

the yackety-yackety-yaks.


by J Patrick Lewis

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