Tuesday, August 29, 2017

How I Became a Zen Master

It was later that I read the Tao of Pooh. It was when I was only three-years-old that I listened over and over to the song:

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.

Now, as Pooh himself would tell you, there are some very important words left out of these lyrics that I found online - all the "Rum-tum-tums" and "Tiddle-diddles."

And best of all, I found the music and lyrics to the very record I owned and loved!

I don't know how many times you have to listen until it is glued into your skull as it was for me some 57 years ago. Maybe only once. But please make sure you get all the "Rum-tums" and "Tiddle-diddles" in just the right place.

If one's personality and philosophy of life is developed in the very early years, this just might be the key to the inner mysteries of my soul. Now you know.

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