Twelve

Never one to search for gain, every task to you is rent, don't feel the rain, or get sore, putting up our new fence. fixing the door, no matter what it takes, you grant your presence, us ungrateful reprobates, fools sing for applause, take drink like the rest, you know the score, do not remonstrate, to bring out our best, oh what a fool you make, two and two makes four, you'll scatter our defences, always ask for more, see how little we hesitate, our investment spent, in night's cool probate, you remain our friend?