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 |
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