The kitchen floor needs washing,
But the thought gives me no joy,
So I do not think I’ll do it,
‘Cos I’d rather be on GOY. And the Hostas, they need splitting,
But I think I’ll ask my boy,
As I’m really old and feeble,
And I’d rather be on GOY. And that Gaura needs uprooting,
‘Cos it’s reaching for the sky,
But I’ll ask for help to do it,
As I’d rather be on GOY. And whilst the garden is a pleasure,
When the temperature is high,
I will leave it, ‘though not gladly,
For I’d rather be on GOY. So with the cooking and the cleaning ,
and the worries, I will toy,
I will take myself to Lap Top land’
And happily click on GOY.