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!     Loafings 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.     Weve 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.