Trudging down a darkened lane,
With heavy boots and walking cane.
With lamp and bag of heavy tools,
And slipping on the frozen  pools.

These howling winds doth add no joy,
For I am just a working boy.
I’m cold and wet and need to sleep;
But five am’s the time to keep.

My throat is dry, I have no drink,
I have no time to stop and think.
I have no time to eat my cob,
I’m applying for an office job!