A banjo is clamorous:
it is simple, & knows nothing.
Banjos make a mock at sin,
but among the righteous there is favor.
It is sport to a banjo to do mischief,
but a man of understanding has wisdom.
He that begets a banjo does so to his sorrow,
& the father of a banjo has no joy.
He that troubles his own house shall inherit the wind,
& the banjo shall be servant to the wise of heart.
As snow in summer & as rain in harvest,
so honor & a banjo don’t mix.
A dream comes from a crowd of troubles
& a banjo’s melody comes from a crowd of notes.
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot,
so is the music of the banjo.
A banjo’s strings enter into contention
& its head invites a beating.
A stone is heavy, a sandbag strains your arms,
but a banjo’s wrath is heavier than them both.
It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise
than for a man to hear the music of banjos.
Go from the presence of a banjo
when you perceive not the notes of knowledge in it.
As a dog returns to his vomit,
so a banjo player returns to his banjo.
Forsake the banjo & live,
& go in the way of understanding.