Who would have thought
It is no more
Who would have thought
It is gone half past four

I dilly and dally
To the days end
But then I rally
Just one more will I send

I am frantic and rushed
One more must I do
I am pushed, I am pushed
So much to get through

I sit and fold
Till my fingers ache
One more I am told
I think I will break

The phone is ringing
Oh what now, I think
And more they are bringing
I think I will sink

I lick and stick
And fold them in two
I will be sick
If more I must do

Who would have thought
So hard I strive
Who would have thought
It is gone half past five

To and fro
Until I am dead
Time to go
Enough said