Aside

Ode to Sundays

I wake up in the morning,
And rush out to play.
A voice in my head says,
“Thank God, its a Sunday!”
I look at a tree,
I observe an over-active bee.
For its on Sundays,
That I get to be free!
I play and I laugh,
Have fun, take a walk
For its on Sundays,
That I have so much to talk!
I come home dirty and wet,
I run straight to bed.
For its Monday tomorrow,
And I have school instead!