Tuesdays and Thursdays

I love Sundays, I really do,

When I run and play,

and blow bubbles too.

When daddy stays home,

from work and sits,

in the wooden chair, from Rome.

I love Sundays, so much fun,

When mom has no say,

because I’m out in the sun.

When the ice-man shouts,

and Uncle buys cookies,

from little girl scouts.

I love Sundays, its skies so blue

and summer camping,

and mountains too.

When the wind streaks by,

and whistles in your ear,

and you feel like you can fly.

I love Sundays, Saturdays too,

and Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays

and you.