Lazy Lacey

Lazy Lacey drags her feet as if she's had too much to eat.
"Goodness gracious, I feel beat!" she softly sighs.
The manager looks on so grim. She's too afraid to ask of him
For a day off. She will get laid off if she tries.

"Lazy Lacey, set the table! Lazy Lacey, are you able?
Like the tortoise in the fable, you're slow in the race."
Lazy Lacey breathes a sigh: "One more step and I will die!"
She grabs him by his big blue tie as tears roll down her face.

The manager's face turns sour. He logs in a lot of hours.
"Soon," he says, "I'll send you flowers. Now pick up the pace!"
He throws a dime upon her tray: "Here, Lazy Lacey, is extra pay.
Now quickly, quickly, go away. Or you're fired from this place!"

He'll run her to the ground! Oh, yeah! He'll run her to the ground!

Lazy Lacey turns and goes, complains to friends of her woes.
Blisters pain her on her toes, her knees are weak.
Back in his office with the loot, wearing a new business suit,
The manager thinks Lacey's cute but much too meek.

"Lazy Lacey, set the table!" etc.

He'll run her to the ground! Oh, yeah! He'll run her to the ground!
Lazy Lacey drags her feet as if she's had too much to eat.
"Goodness gracious, I feel beat!" she softly sighs.

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Rod Mitchell