“Ha, ha, ha, you and me”

“Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don’t I love thee,”
sang the Zen Master,
climbing Cold Mountain.
“Ha, ha, ha. Hee, hee, hee,
just you and me, Jug, you and me,”
sang the Zen Master,
descending Cold Mountain,
which really wasn’t Cold Mountain,
but a mild peak in the Catskills
he liked to pretend was Cold Mountain,
singing his happy song,
his jug full of Pu-erh tea.

-Dick Allen
On Barcelona