Lali

While the summer day is hot You and I will loaf awhile, Lolling in a leafy spot, Lali of the cunning smile. You and I have little care How the “precious moments” pass While we snuff the drowsy air Rich in fragrance of the grass. Stupid people boom or squeal Lessons drawn from daily strife; “Time,” they cry, “is on the wheel; Death puts out the gas of life. Imitate the prudent ant, Labour like the busy bee.” O the everlasting cant! Loafing's good for you and me. Here we watch the ants that haul Loads by weary jungle ways! If they like it, let them crawl Laden through the heavy blaze. We've no time for moral tags; We can hear a sleepy sound With his yellow tucker-bags Brother Bee is bumming round. Little souls are vexed to see How their hours of toil decrease: Floating dreams for you and me, Lazy joy in starry peace.