Here I am lying in bed, what a dread. Making
No effort to get up to go to work. I’d rather
Shirk than start a day feeling half asleep, so
I’m staying here and counting sheep.
Then my phone begins to ring. I know it is my
Boss, wondering where I am, but I’m remaining
here and he can go and get lost. I’m not going out
There in the cold and frost and working all
Day in the freezing cold until the day I get old.
Then I hear someone shout – you are not
Staying there all day so get out of bed and get
Off to work. But, mum, it is so cold. I’d rather
Stay here till the day I go bold!