The Lazy Man

The lazy man says a lion waits at the door Snoring on his bed covered from head to toe His family hangs on hope, and to God, they pray For lightning to strike him out of bed and slay His fears of lions and bears and all that stops His poor soul from labouring and pruning crops But his worries take wings when he walks out of the door To the nearest bar where his imaginary foes Do not visit him as he sips wine and cracks nuts Nor troubles him as he brawls and returns home all cut Falling into his bed and covered from head to toe The lazy man says a lion waits at the door