great work poem

I was feeling a little sing songy this morning and I made up this poem.

you are so confused
you don’t know what to do
you walk around the room
as if in some sad gloom

the summer’s here at last
school classes you will pass
what will you do today
to pass the time away

run out into the street
and shuffle both your feet
the sun is out at last
and summer flies too fast

make art! make art! you fool
go out and get some tools
great work is yet to come
hard work’s the rule of thumb