I'm a hamster on my tread mill
Going round and round and round
I thought this thing was wonderful
When it first was found
My days were very boring
Before it here appeared
I thought I'd die of boredom
My owner also feared
But then I was young and active
I really made it spin
Now I'm old and knackered
And getting rather thin
But I can't stop this spinning
It's deep ingrained within
If only I could stop a bit
And have a double gin.