How do you keep yourself busy?

Oh I don't keep Busy - Busy just finds me. If I could keep Busy then my days would be emptier. I would spend the empty, extra moments tending to Busy probably, perhaps have tea with Busy, or share some chocolate treats, or write Busy poetry, or sing Busy a song, or paint Busy a portrait to be remembered by. Busy instead rides in on a rusted old bicycle, with a horn that sounds like a goat being squeezed, and not in a good way. Last time Busy arrived, my sunflowers got mashed because the bike fell on top of the garden. I think Busy gets lonely sometimes, and that's why Busy is always coming around and wanting to interrupt whatever is going on that day. it's getting colder outside now, and I was thinking that I should really knit Busy a sweater because sooner or later, even when the road is thick with snow, Busy will come tearing down the lane, wanting my attention. I wouldn't want Busy to catch cold. Now that would not be good.