Abo Muhammad the Lazy

The true Fairyland, and Old King Cole,
Told a tale ever so old...
Lazy I am and Lazy I be,
But I'm not so lazy, you will now see.

I worked 300 hours, at five pence a tick
I worked it all day, and got ever so rich.
I was youthful and handsome and well to do...
More beautiful than 10,000 it is true.
I split logs, and threw them, sometimes eighty pounds
And I raked up the refuse, and threw them in barrels and proud
I was to do this work, until poison ivy made an itchy curse.

Then I spent my days, writing my odes,
"For why risk the poison," is what my heart told.
And I learned many things, I shall now tell so old.
I learned Psychology, and Philosophy, and Religion it's true
Sociology and History of not a places so few.
I learned Math and Science and saw all the most famous art.
I cultured my mind on the great litterateurs of large.
Great and timeless classics, to which I see Abo the Lazy...
I say... that is a bit too crazy.
I do not want gemstones, or to be a millionaire,
Just to marry my woman, and slay the goblin, and have just recompense fair.

For I took to the painters and did the hall
While Abo the Lazy sat there and watched.
Then he and the Goblin painted one room
When I had prayed to God it would be finished, too.
There they saw him, in the way,
And fear frightened his faces, and I was not so gay.
Then I had thoughts, which few were truly good
And I quit my job, as I knew I should.

Then I spent one day folding laundry it's true
And nearly broke my hand pulling on the grooves
Of a quilt, upon the duvet, and my hand got crippled
And any more work I would say
That I could have withered it true.
So I went back to writing, these odes here to prove.

I was a shepherd, and trimmer, and painter and cook
A dishwasher and guard but never a crook.
I do not lay upon my side, and ask my mother to spin...
No, I write my odes and battle my own sin.