Tanmay was a boy who loved to laze. From morning till night, he'd snooze and he'd daze.

He’d sleep like a log, like a cat on a fog, while chores piled up like a wobbly, high-pitched tower blog.

His friend Mira knocked with a clatter and a clack, she said, 'Tanmay, come! Let’s run to the hill and back!'

But Tanmay yawned, he did not stir, 'I’d rather sleep,' was all he’d murmured.

Mira sighed and sped away, skipping like a stone on water spray.

As Tanmay dozed in his lazy lair, he dreamed of a land, oh so rare.

In Lazy-Land, nothing had to be, everything was as easy as a breeze by the sea.

But soon the laze began to bore, Tanmay found himself craving for more.

He saw Mira there, zipping around, through magical forests and enchanted towns.

With a jolt, Tanmay woke, and he knew in a poke, being lazy wasn’t fun, like a slow-spun yolk.

With a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye, Tanmay decided to give life a try.

'No more lazing for me, it’s time to play! I’ll run to the hill with Mira today!'