Creepin’ ‘round inside us all’s a man called Mr. Browse.
His goal, you see, is for you and me to laze about like we’re cows.
He’ll wait till you’ve got work to do and say, “Hey! Look over here!”
But internet, you’d better bet, it’s best to not go near.
‘Cause if you do, he’ll smile at you and think, “Hey! I’ve got a rube!”
Then you’re out of luck, ‘cause you’ll be stuck all day watching youtube.
Don’t get me wrong, ‘cause any song you want to hear he’ll find.
But all day of, “It’s Friday!” and you’ll probably lose your mind.
He’ll say, “Hey Matt! Look at this cat that’s stuck inside a box!”
And, “Oh, hey Joe, don’t you want to know what sound’s made by a fox?”
But if you say, “I’ll keep away from him”, though hard it may be,
Then you’re the best, you’ve passed the test of productivity!
So unless it’s true you want to chew on cud just like the cows,
Then don’t be annoyed, be sure to avoid the man called Mr. Browse!
But I can’t avoid it, its a sickness!
Mr. Browse is a pernicious fellow, isn’t he?