Oh, I thought of you, my darling,
When first I did awake;
I thought of you till night-time,
And didn’t take a break.

And now you’ll think I’m crazy
Who on you so much dwells,
But really, I am lazy—
Can’t think of anything else!

For politics is boring,
Athletics, too, is dull,
And when I start exploring
Art, I think—you’re beautiful

So in my hazy lazy
I dream of you and smile.
I’m happy to be crazy,
For you make thought worthwhile!