Rajbir the cashier was extremely severe
And he never took any time off.
With ambitions high to advance his career,
At talk of vacations he'd scoff.
For overtime he was the sole volunteer;
In him the work ethic was strong,
But he dreamed of the day he'd be dressed in cashmere
And drink cocktails all the night long.
He studied at night while his colleagues drank beer
A rapid promotion his goal.
At all of his courses he would persevere
With all of his heart and his soul.
These lofty endeavours were true and sincere
But all work makes Raj a dull boy
So everyone shunned this young man, so austere
And totally lacking in joy.
He gained his promotion within half a year;
His name on the Manager's door.
This triumph should really have filled him with cheer,
But just left Rajbir wanting more
For such great ambitions do not disappear
And Rajbir died, a lonely recluse.
At his untended grave none will e'er shed a tear
So I can't help but ask ''What's the use?''