Three travellers wandered along the strand,
Each with a staff in his feeble hand;
And they chanted low:
"We are go-o-o-
Ing slow-o-ow-
Ly to Lazyland.
"They've left off eating and drinking there;
They never do any thinking there;
They never walk,
And they never talk,
And they fall asleep without winking there.
"Nobody's in a hurry there;
They are not permitted to worry there;
'Tis a wide, still place
And not a face
Shows any symptom of flurry there.
"No bells are rung in the morning there,
They care not at all for adorning there;
All sounds are hushed,
And a man who rushed
Would be treated with absolute scorning there.
"They do not take any papers there;
No politicians cut capers there;
They have no 'views,'
And they tell no news,
And they burn no midnight tapers there.
"No lovers are ever permitted there;
Reformers are not admitted there;
They argue not
In that peaceful spot,
And their clothes all come ready-fitted there.
"Electricity has not been heard of there;
And steam has been spoken no word of there;
They stay where they are,
And a coach or a car
They have not so much as a third of there.
"Oh, this world is a truly crazy land;
A worrying, hurrying, mazy land;
We cannot stay,
We must find the way--
If there is a way--to Lazyland."
[Illustration: Two Donkeys.]
[Page 69--Laziness Land]
[Illustration: Lazy Willie getting out of Bed.]