Wisdom usually only happens if you listen

There once was a prophet on a mountain

He preached fire and brimstone to the fields and fountains

Then one fateful day, he forgot how to pray

And instead laughed at the foolishness he'd been spouting

"Alas, so much time I have wasted

I've forgotten how sweet the world tasted

No more shall I bother to berate and to holler

My soul is light, my heart it is sated."

This knowledge, my child, it is precious:

To judge and to shun, 'tis not for us

Let us spread cheer and be merry, drop the burdens you carry,

Quit struggling, live and learn to love chaos!