To work or not to work that’s a big one:
What if work were to dull this blade of steel
Fit for nothing else than for slagheap?
Oh work is a big question of life and death;
If by avoiding do we escape the slur Oh no!
To live on others is to damn us-
Better a cart horse than sow in her swill,
Before our maker
and our fellowmen we stand
Broken but with souls as bright as ever!
To sleep after hard labor
A blessing indeed:
Work so we may leave death to do his own
benny, (not Jack Benny)