The Fourgotten Command

One two three four five six seven
Seven days in a week we were given
Six to work and one to rest
So come the first day, we're all at our best

Now who is the culprit? Who is the jerk?
Who is the weed? Who is the pest?
It's the man who first decides to work
On the day he's supposed to rest

But why is everyone irked?
What's so bad about doing work?
Why has everyone vowed
to banish him from the crowd?

Is it simply for his opposition
that has made him such a nuisance?
Or because he had harbored an intention
That would threaten the state of balance?

Somebody has spoilt the market
Let's all jump into the basket
This is the inclination of our heart
The instinct we had from the start

Thinking of how to depart?
here's the button to restart -

Seven six five four three two one
Better to have one than have none
Feel free to choose any one to follow
The farmer, or the scarecrow