All in a day’s work and done
Do you ever miss the fun?
Of going to the fair
Visit bunnies’ and vixens’ lair?
Do you miss fishing too?
Sitting by the waters blue?
Frolicking through hill and glen?
Wishing you were a kid again?
At the end of the day
There is a lot to say
And work just being inches away
You still hunt out some time for me
Sacrificing what would have been
Some useful means of toil and task
It’s more than I could ever ask!
Wish I could help you with your load now,
Dearest buddy
I do wish somehow.
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