A Hot-Weather Song

I FEEL so exceedingly lazy,
I neglect what I oughtn't to should!
My notion of work is so hazy
That I couldn't to toil if I would!

I feel so exceedingly silly
That I say all I shouldn't to ought!
And my mind is as frail as a lily;
It would break with the weight of a thought!
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