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 as 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.