If you want to get
a favor done
by some obliging friend,
And want a promise, safe and sure,
on which you may depend,
Don't go to him who always has
much leisure time to plan,
If you want your favor done,
just ask the busy man
The man with leisure never has
a moment he can spare,
He's always "putting off" until
his friends are in despair
But he whose every waking hour
is crowded full of work
Forgets the art of wasting time,
he cannot stop to shirk
So when you want a favor done,
and want it right away,
Got to the man who constantly
works twenty hours a day
He'll find a moment somewhere,
that has no other use
And help you, while the idle man
is framing an excuse |
