The Ballad of Busy Bees

Buzzing like a busy bee.
Sighing, Screaming, “Woe is me.”
Flying past one after another,
Paper, paper piling together.

“Shall I finish the work I started?”
Asked myself whilst feeling lightheaded.
Oh surely, I must for it’s my job,
Ain’t no excuse to be a big slob.

Buzzing like a busy bee.
Sighing, Screaming, “Woe is me.”
Flying past one after another,
Paper, paper piling together.

I type. I toil. I pitter patter.
TV turns on and brings me laughter.
I pause to claim my much needed rest,
Only to feel I failed at my quest.

Buzzing like a busy bee.
Sighing, Screaming, “Woe is me.”
Flying past one after another,
Paper, paper piling together.

Paper, paper piling together.
When can I finish? Maybe, never?
The rest I took was maybe too long,
Not a good decision–so, so wrong

Buzzing like a busy bee am I,
Finding no comfort and asking why
I often feel like a busy bee
Cramming, screaming, “Woe! Woe! Woe is me.”

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