"BY-AND-BY," said idle Lucy,

 While the precious moments flew, 

"By-and-by I'll learn my lesson, 

By-and-by my work I'll do." 

By-and-by the setting sun 

Found her duties all undone.

Little children don't stand idle, 

Waiting for the "by-and-by,"

If you have a duty, do it 

While the golden moments fly;

On the present carve your fate,

He who loiters is too late.