One day I walked by the field of an old lazybones,and then passed the vineyard of a lout;They were overgrown with weeds,thick with thistles, all the fences broken down.I took a long look and pondered what I saw;the fields preached me a sermon and I listened:“A nap here, a nap there, a day off here, a day off there,sit back, take it easy—do you know what comes next?Just this: You can look forward to a dirt-poor life,with poverty as your permanent houseguest!”