My life is one of frantic energy,
And as I go rushing past,
I often eflect upon my existence,
And that it's fading fast.
My time at school seems to grow shorter,
Though there I spend so many hours,
To do that job effectively,
I need to have super powers.
Then, due to my procrastination,
I didn't study at all,
Instead I chose to do other things,
So I was due for a fall.
I had twenty weeks to do the work,
But that was not for me,
Instead I pretended it was not there,
And did it in just three.
Then, there's the demands of being a Dad,
And being a husband too,
But our house isn't really just a house,
It's more like a kind of zoo.
For, Charlie is also the busy type,
And SEH contributes too,
With such craziness a way of life,
Through our lives time flew.
I often feel as if I'm running around,
With my hair on fire,
And wonder about life when I die,
Whether I go lower or higher.
In heaven I'm sure I'd be too busy,
All the new angels to educate,
Then there's all that harp playing to do,
I'd be busy, you'd appreciate.
But more surely I'm off to Hell,
And the Bastard Bar,
It might me a bit more uncomfortable,
But more interesting by far.
And you Bastards will keep me busy,
Pouring your favoured drinks,
I think I'll have to bite the bullet,
And hire help - it stinks!
For, that will eat into the profits,
But me this does not scare,
I'll just put my feet up and have an ale,
For by then I just won't care.

Cheers from the land of Oz