I love my job, I love the pay.
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, he is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location. I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day
I think my job is really swell, there's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers, I love the leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its sofware;
I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and every file.
I'd love them more if they worked a while.
I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who've come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!!!!
[ December 25, 2001: Message edited by: Bill ]