‘No’ he said, ‘is it a dish?’
‘It’s a land, beyond the fish’.
Far more than you can conceive,
And it’s urgent, you must leave.
Po was startled: ‘That sounds scary!
I have been so ordinary.
What’s to do a Po like me,
In that place? I need my tea..’
‘Don’t you worry’, said the master.
‘It’s just chaos, not disaster.
Everyone is full of color,
There’s no structure, there’s no order.’
‘It’s a mission, with no borders.
You must go and teach them numbers.
It’s important, it’s a cause.
Help them focus, cause they’re lost!’
‘You are right! Oh my dear..
I must act in spite of fear.
I will go and teach them numbers,
They’ll be structured like no others.’
‘Oh my boy, you’ll make it through,
I am very proud of you!
Take the books and take the knowledge.
Share it like a bowl of porridge.