Had I crossed the passSupported by a stick,I would have spared myselfThe fall from the horse.

My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham...

Here is a greedy man who keeps to himselfThe beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

If I had the knackI'd sing likeCherry flakes falling