In a hot pot sitting atop a flame
I’m so like a lazing frog,
Clickin’ my tongue to crop a claim
“I’m such an amazing cog!”

In a machine that’s rotten
Its oiling forgotten
And cogs losing teeth all day.
Now wheels don’t move
In the lock-step groove
That had made me say “Olé!”

There’s many a job to pay the bills
And pack this plight away.
Yet not a one to stay the chills
That wrack me night and day.

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