Here you will find the Poem I hate work so of poet Lesbia Harford
I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast the day. I will not leave The garden and the sun, In spite of all the work that should be done. So when I go To really make my bed I've made it ten times over in my head. Then as for meals! I think I'd rather be A nervous wreck than make a cup of tea. The fire's so low It isn't any good? While I sit planning to put on some wood. One thing is sure, I pity other drones, God having made me such a lazy-bones.