Anything that cannot be held, defined, bound and kept the same is labelled "bad" by a certain way of thinking...just as anyone who does not live in a neat box, with a neat "sane" label stuck in front, is laughed at, rejected - and ultimately feared.
We give pills to people who have mood swings, we place those different from the norm away from view, we call PMT a pathology, love an illness and tears an embarassment...
...and we forget to dance naked under the moon...
The owl and the pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The owl looked up to the stars above
And sang to a small guitar
- "Oh lovely pussy, oh pussy my love
What a beautiful pussy you are, you are, you are
What a beautiful pussy you are."
Said the pussy to the owl
- "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing.
Too long have we tarried,
We should be married
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the bong-tree grows -
And there in a wood
A piggy-wig stood
With a ring on the end of his nose, his nose, his nose
With a ring on the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand
On the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon
They danced by the light of the moon...
But in literary history, this is classified as nonsense poetry!