It happens sometimes, no need to ask why,
Our best-laid plans go often awry.
And in our hearts and minds we feel the pain
Of the heavy-footed, lumbering Jain.
For you try to live in a reverent way,
Benevolent and kind throughout each day,
And then good ol' life - that insect thrower -
Tosses a cricket under your mower.
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