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C J Dennis - The Ground Thrush
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I`m a business man; and I can`t spare time
  For this fluting and fussing and frilling.
The song of my cousin may be sublime,
  But I never have found it filling.
So I run and I dig and I dig and I run,
And I`m at it soon as the day`s begun,
And I never knock off till the light is done
  Over the garden and lawn and tilling.

I`m a business man on my business bent,
  And I`ve never an hour of leisure.
I have little regard for sentiment,
  And I fritter no time in pleasure.
But I dig and I run and I run and I dig;
And you never see me at my ease on a twig,
Prinking and posing in holiday rig
  Or trilling a tuneful measure.

I`m a business man, and I`ve much to do;
  So the day`s work must be speeded.
For time is fleeting and worms are few-
  I`ve never had all I needed.
So I run and I dig and I dig and I run
From sun to shadow, from shadow to sun,
I`m a business man, and the world I shun;
  So I live and I die unheeded.
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