No Holiday Camp.
Tomorrow is the day of reckoning,
The joy of gainful employment is beckoning.
Say, for another year
‘I’m happy to be here.’
After my holidays my joyous job holds no allure,
From vacation to vocation, it’s my job to endure.
No Holiday Camp.
Tomorrow is the day of reckoning,
The joy of gainful employment is beckoning.
Say, for another year
‘I’m happy to be here.’
After my holidays my joyous job holds no allure,
From vacation to vocation, it’s my job to endure.