unimaginable zero summer

an element of pity gives us will
to do our duty and to do it well
we have to listen to the morning bell
and then go climbing up the daily hill
the heavy bucket cannot slip or spill
if we misstep others will surely tell
we have short time and never a long spell
all that we need is modesty and skill
we tell the truth about what we have seen
and face the moron horde who cannot see
the things that are both obvious and plain
no matter what we know where we have been
under the last most magical green tree
beyond the realms of hatred and of pain