Every time
I see a puppy on a summer's day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
That's why I'm
In such a hurry
To pass the time away
Like that pup, I'm all fed up
And though it's wrong to be
I long to be
Lazy
I want to be lazy
I long to be out in the sun
With no work to be done
Under that awning
They call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I want to peep
Through that deep
Tangled wild wood
Counting sheep
'Til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise-full
Of books to read where it's peaceful
While I'm killing time being lazy
I hate to hurry
Through life and worry
I'll be so glad when I am
Among the chickens
With Mr. Dickens
Or Mr. Omar Khayyam
To keep me company
When I'm tired of poetry
I'm gonna be there dozing
With birds composing
A pillowy, willowy melody
And when it showers
The bees and flowers
Will be my umbra-eller
Until it's over
Then in the clover
I'll dream of Rockefeller
As busy as a bee
Selling oil to you and me
I'll pity that man
What an oil can
He turned out to be
Lazy
I want to be lazy
I long to be out, in the sun
With no work to be done
Under that awning
They call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I want to peep
Through that deep
Tangled wild wood
Counting sheep
'Til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise-full
Of books to read where it's peaceful
While I'm killing time being lazy
