(with due apologies to Mr. W H Davies)
What is this life if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare;
No time to be happy and gay,
For progress each has to make his own way.
Through screeches and hoots, and through the jammed brakes
You have to rush for your cakes
No time to wait for friends and foes
Each one's got to make it on his toes,
So rush, rush, rush,
It doesn't matter whom you crush
You have got to be the best
If you want to stand out from the rest
A poor life this if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.