I Love My Job

I love my job, I love the pay,

I love it more and more each day.

I love my boss and she's the best.

I love her boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location.

I hate to have to take vacation.

I love my desk so drab and gray,

And love those paper piles each day.

I love my chair in my padded cell;

There's nothing else I love so well.

I love to work among my peers.

I love their leers and jeers and sneers.

I love my computer and all its ware;

I hug it often to show I care.

I love each program and every file;

I even try using it once in a while.

I'm happy to be here, I am, I am...

I'm the happiest slave to my Uncle Sam.

I love this work; I love these chores;

I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job and I'll say it again,

I even love those friendly men;

These men who've come to visit today,

In lovely white coats to take me away!

In every thing give thanks for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. IThes. 5:18