In the town of Zoom-Whizz, near the Great Grinding Gear, Lived a fellow named Seth, who worked year after year. He worked for the Chief of the Biz-Blitzing Crew, And had tasks that no normal young man ought to do! He'd wake at the hour of the Too-Early Bird, Before even the first, tiny Snoot-Snail had stirred. He'd count all the numbers and sort out the Macks, He'd fill up the Quota in fifty-foot Stacks! He'd Zoom and he'd Zip on his fast Office-Chair, His brain was all frizzled, his suit was threadbare! "More work!" cried the Boss with a frown and a Smirk, And Seth simply groaned and continued his work. But when the day ended, and the sun started sinking, Seth knew of a different, more cloudy type of thinking. He'd run to his cupboard, past the Frizzled-out Cat, And pull out his pipe and his Goofity Hat! He'd pull out the Snuff-Puff, the Green-Griggle Glim, He would fill up his lungs right up to the Brim! He'd smoke and he'd smoke with a powerful Hiss, 'Til the world was replaced by a great Mental Bliss! The walls would all wobble, the floor would all Sway, The Biz-Blitzing Crew felt a million miles away! He’d sink in his chair, feeling dizzy and Loose, A very fine fellow, much like a tired Moose! And the smoke, oh the smoke! It would rise and would Float, It clung to his slippers and covered his Coat! It puffed and it billowed, it twisted and Turned, And all the long lessons of working were Burned! The cycle kept turning, the night followed Day, Seth would work all the Mays and the Junes and the Jays. Then he'd smoke all the Green-Griggle 'til he felt Fluffy and Free, "A strange way to live!" said the nearby Zizzle-Bee. But Seth didn't care for the Zizzle-Bee's plight, He just wanted the Biz