Some people worship Allah, others - Buddha, others - Jesus,
Some others care not a hoot about this holy brood...
A very smart religion was invented by the Hindus
That when we kick the bucket we don’t seem to die for good.

Your soul was noble, great and big -
You’ll have the same again.
But if you lived just like a pig -
A swine you will remain!

If people disapprove of you - it’s not the cause for crying,
When born anew you’ll get a tongue as sharp as hunter’s knife;
And if - when living your first life - you saw your foe dying,
You’ll get a pair of keen eyes in your forthcoming life.

Enjoy your life and don’t be cross,
And don’t complain of fate -
For straight into a bigwig boss
You may reincarnate.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

If you are just a janitor - you’ll be revived as foreman
And then a minister one day you’ll probably become;
If you are silly as a stump (it’s an unlucky omen!) -
You’ll turn into a stupid stump for lots of years to come.

Get rid of venom if you can,
Don’t ape and don’t you fox -
We’ve got to live our earthly span
As normal decent folks.

So who was what and who is who - we never know the answer;
Biologists went crazy with those chromosomes and genes.
This blighted cat - just look at him! - could be a nasty rascal,
And that kind gentleman could be a shark with fangs and fins.

To my delight I give free vent,
I’m like a saint, indeed...
The clever Hindus did invent
A comfortable creed!