Oh, how I love to come to work,
And work so hard each day.
I lay awake in the morning light,
And try to think of ways,
Of staying snug asleep in bed,
Instead of going to work.
I’d lay asleep in the summer breeze,
And all my chores I’d shirk,
But then I think of what would happen,
If I had no work to bear.
They’d take my house,
They’d take my car,
They’d take my underwear.
I’d go to living in the woods,
And eating grubs and roots,
And scrounging ’round in garbage cans,
And eating hard boiled boots.
Well then I leap up from my bed,
With these images still on my mind,
I run and shower,
And eat and shave,
And I’m always there on time.
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