Long, languid days in the sun,
The rain, the snow, sleet and mist,
Long, languid days and I burn,
I burn and I will not move or be missed.
I cannot shift from my spot,
The effort expended too great,
My legs like fixed weight,
Why move, when I could be late?
My days are long and languid,
I hide from risk and stress,
My presence is essential,
I stay at home and make my mess.
I care naught for the wonders,
And next to none for others,
Indeed, I don't move for lightning and thunder,
I have responsibility and duties, yet no bothers.
