I am sick and tired 
 

I am sick and tired.
I shall be fired.

Packed and ready,
Where are you going?

O nowhere in partcular,
I am going for a walk.
I am sick and tired.
I shall be hired.

Remember to write.
And to put it in a postbox.

O I am not going far,
Where can I go? To the Moon?
I am sick and tired.
I shall be mired.

Climb every mountain.
Cross every stream.

Why? I shall go on wheels
Or a beautiful hot air balloon.
I am sick and tired.
I shall be wired.

Join the jamborie.
Make a wad of money.

From what I believe
Or from what I know?
I am sick and tired.
I shall be sired.

Bevagna, 9 9 2014