I’ve had this funny feeling lately that reincarnation
Will make me Dalai Lama for the coming generation.
The current Dalai Lama’s getting on in years, you know;
When he kicks the bucket I believe I’ll get his glow.
No need for monks to go to sacred lakes or dream their dreams;
I’m the boy they’re looking for, without undue extremes.
I’m the 15th guru, and to Zhu Weiqun I’m stating
I’ll wear the yellow hat without your frivolous debating.
My reign will be a peaceful one, with colored sand design.
Prayer wheels will keep rolling inside ev’ry Buddhist shrine.
The Communists can rant and rave about my blessed state;
I’ll simply smile upon them as I start to levitate.
(Inspired by an article in the New York Times)