It's My Job Poem by Debora Soramaki

In case you're interested
And you don't have to stare
It happens to be my job
Getting into my chair
My friends job every morning
Is to get out of bed
Try to get all his clothes on
Without bumping his head
My neighbors job is simple
Even though it takes all day
It's to climb to the window
And wish that she could play
Our jobs don't pay much money
But we're happy when we work
Succeeding is our motto
So we don't feel like a jerk
When you happen to be passing
And you see us working slow
Just remember that we love our job
It's the only thing we know.