I dilly and I dally; when supposed to be on task;
what fun is there in work; on a sunny day I ask?
Daydreams steal some time; now my work is late;
less time I should waste; now I must compensate.
Oh but look outside the window; blue bird in a tree;
singing song sweetly; I think it sings to me.
Back on track; the work won’t do itself ya know.
Oh but look over there; that picture hangs too low.
My mind is in a tizzy; concentration would be a plus;
Oh look, look at all the people on that tourist bus!
I wish I had some place to go; maybe Niagara Falls.
Lordy there I go again; dreaming while duty calls!
I get up from my desk; into supervisor’s office step;
“Sir, I hate to bother you; but think I may have strep.”
I put my hand to my throat; coughing in his direction;
He waves his hands; “Go home; I don’t want infection!”
Oh yea is me; I have the whole day off to play and frolic.
The work will wait; and tomorrow maybe I’ll have colic!
Then my mind will be able to concentrate as should;
I’ll return to work and tell my boss I am feeling good!