The Singing Garden
I'm a business man; and I can't spare time
   For this fluting and fussing and frilling.
The song of my cousin may be sublime,
   But I never have found it filling.
So I run and I dig and I dig and I run,
And I'm at it soon as the day's begun,
And I never knock off till the light is done
   Over the garden and lawn and tilling.

I'm a business man on my business bent, And I've never an hour of leisure. I have little regard for sentiment, And I fritter no time in pleasure. But I dig and I run and I run and I dig; And you never see me at my ease on a twig, Prinking and posing in holiday rig Or trilling a tuneful measure.
I'm a business man, and I've much to do; So the day's work must be speeded. For time is fleeting and worms are few- I've never had all I needed. So I run and I dig and I dig and I run From sun to shadow, from shadow to sun, I'm a business man, and the world I shun; So I live and I die unheeded.

The Herald 10 October 1932 - Number 12 in the Bush Birds series.

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