Vacation Time
Twas the business day before Christmas.
All through the office
Not a worker was working
Not even with a mouse.
The Air was thick
With pancakes, bacon and cheer
For this was the one day every year
The kiddies came to work.
The bosses had learned the lesson
Of Dickens' dead partner, Mr. Scrooge
And refused to let their workers
Do any work this one day of the year.
But tucked away in a corner
There was a little mouse
That was working for its master
Who needed still to work its tail.
The master had a spreadsheet
That showed how much he'd spent
The boss had told him stay there, or
No vacation could he be lent.
So Poor Mr. Worker Bee
Worked and worked his mouse
Till finally, he finished
And went back to his house!
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