You go, run, race
busy little bee
farmer at the harvest
arent' we?
Stopping not an option
must complete task
go, run, race
not slow but fast, fast, fast!
Weary hands toil
feet trollop ground
work, work, work
and not another sound
You will not hear
the quiet Sunday
whispering to you
you'll only dream of Monday
and all you have to do.
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