The Protégé's Lament
Why does master view me with suspicion?
Are my efforts suffering attrition?
Does he think me too full of ambition?
I will show him my sincere contrition!
My Pelican does me wrong!
Hear the cock crow that is when I get up
I will help with field and feast hall set up
Bring caffeine so trolling can be sped up
Never show that I am getting fed-up
My Pelican does me wrong!
Need caviar? I will catch the sturgeon!
Medicine? I’m Quite the chirurgeon!
Toilets clog and who is called for purging?
Do it all with hardly any urging!
My Pelican does me wrong!
On the field I aid with water bearing
sewed the clothes that my household is wearing
Hope you like the dinner I’m preparing
Sweat and blood will show that I am caring!
My Pelican does me wrong!
All of this and yet I hear ‘Work Harder!’
Not a word of praise that I can barter-
I must show him I am a self starter
Prove to him that I am still a martyr!
My Pelican does me wrong!