Knead the bread

Cut the meat. 

Do the chores. 

Repeat it all day after day. 

 

I go each day, 

Same face, same clothes

Attitude is different. 

 

All day they hate on the job

All minutes begrudging

Not the one who shows up with a smile. 

 

Show up and do one's best

A motto held dear

You do your best and be grateful

This is me. 

 

All others tear apart work

Ungrateful they be. 

Here I stand, hoping to work. 

 

Here to work and grateful each day. 

Here to cut the meat as long as they please. 

Here to knead until fingers red. 

Here as a worker forever.