Lazybones, sleepin’ in the sun
How you ‘spect to get your day’s work done?
Never get your day’s work done
Sleepin’ in the noon day’s sun
Lazybones, sleepin’ in the shade
How you ‘spect to get your cornmeal made?
You’ll never get your cornmeal made
Just sleepin’ in the evenin’ shade
When ‘taters need spraying I bet you keep praying
The bugs fall off the vine
And when you go fishin, I bet you keep wishin
The fish won’t grab your line
Lazybones, loafing through the day
How you ‘spect to get a dime that way?
Never make a dime that way
Never heard a word I say
When my sister and I were children, our mother used to sing this song to us. Wednesday afternoon, I saw Sasha and Sergei curled up together, despite the heat, Sergei making biscuits on his sleeping brother’s side. I thought of this song. Making biscuits isn’t the same as making cornmeal, but who knows more about loafing through the day than a cat?