Well, it's Spring, at last
so maybe that's the reason
I feel like doing nothing
and find that thought so pleasin'
Sitting on the deck
in the warm, bright sun
my idea
of havin' fun
Don't mop the floor
just read some books
I couldn't care less
how my kitchen looks
Dirty dishes
piled in the sink
don't feel like worryin'
or what the neighbors think
Bed's aren't changed
so what, who cares
sox aren't matched
put away in odd pairs
My garden's a mess
all full of clover
don't really care
if weeds are takin' over
You probably think
I'm really crazy
But, that's not the case
I'm just feelin' lazy
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