I have the laziest set of fingers
A bunch of ugly ugly buggers
They won't hold nor grab
Won't even fancy a jab
They can play a few notes
Just a few and they gloat
If they reach hard, they complain
And play the music with disdain
They hate to work and hate to write
They don't even like to type
They're so tricky and so clumsy
That ends the day in tragedy
Once, I tried refilling a pen with ink
Oh why didn't I used the sink
Because it all spilled to the floor
And stained the office floor in horror
If you hand me a new cellphone
It will surely make you groan
The cellphone will meet the ground
Scatter in pieces with awful sound
Please don't hate me, I can't control them
They're so lazy, it's like mayhem
They don't listen, they don't follow
I'm helpless, so I swallow
But there is something that I notice
Something odd, something freakish
They only like to work alone
Teamwork is really not their throne
The thumb is the happy guy
And springs at every best buy
He appreciates a good job
And shows himself to give a shove
The pinkie is the friendly one
Your secret's safe with this one
But she can be insulting and meaner
Indicating how small is your gender
The ring finger is a sucker for fashion
Jewelry is her passion
But she can be very loyal
Wearing that wedding ring like royal
The index is high maintenance
He points and crushes the budget with poignance
He's creepy when he calls
Either to seduce or to scold
Lastly, be careful of the middle finger
He's grumpy, and will curse you like a hater
But he's sensual and can give you pleasure
Even up to climactic seizure
So now I came to realize
How lucky am I to size
That I have these fingers to help me
Each with a function with glee
That they may fail as a team
But individually they give me esteem
Each are such a good blend
And I am glad I have ten
