Every time my chair goes back

Into a restful pose,

I bump that fretting demon's head

And pinch his pointy toes.

And every time I choose to yawn

And smile toward Jesus' way,

he gets so mad that you would think

All night had turned to day.

he's not at all so merry

Now that I'm onto his scam;

I must admit I get a kick

Out of messing his commands.

Since Jesus ushered me to this place

Of chair and pillow and bed;

Since He's taught me a thing or two

About this life I've led,

I've noticed leaning back on Him

Is the way to get things done;

Loving it at Levitz

Is how my battles now are won.

So if you ever notice me

Striking a fretful pose,

Usher me back here to my Chair,

To let loose on his toes.