We must respect the work we do. A slipshod method never pays- It may get by, but in our minds It makes a scar that always stays.

Dumb animals we call them, while they bark and neigh and moo. They talk as much as we do - to them we seem dumb too.

When you work for the thing you believe in You're rich though the whole way is rough- But work that is simply for money Will never quite pay you enough.

Work should never make me weary If I'm really meant to do it, But it soon becomes exhausting If it's greed that drives me to it.

We must respect the work we do. A slipshod method never pays- It may get by, but in our minds It makes a scar that always stays.