Laissez les bons temps rouler!

Morning bird song began the parade
A blue jay flashed its colors and using a nut in its beak
whistled, "Cheep! Cheep!"
Piggy squeals and Donkey brays
Eat your ice cream
Drink your brew
Smoke what you got
Blow your horn
Bang your drums
Cry your eyes out
Laugh your head off
Doggy barks and Horsey neighs
Dress up for your own parade!

Ya-mine!

Document #44

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.   

-Mary Oliver

The goose never leaves a member of its flock behind.  Mother Goose is always with you.