Not for me the city hustle, noisy trams and endless bustle.
I prefer the magpie’s chortle, lorikeet squawks and swaying trees’ rustle.
My little home office on the hill, a haven of peace: calm and tranquil.
In flows the work from around the world, at my feet my Labrador curled.
Fingers flying across the keys, our contractors working, busy as bees.
Back go the transcripts, with no delay.
Out go the invoices so all get paid.
So if you want to work for you, be the boss and break the rules,
Learn how to do what we now do, transcription could be just for you.
