MOANDAYS ARE WEAKDAYS
Every Moanday I’m filled with dread,
I simply can’t get out of bed,
I pull the covers over my head,
And hope that Moanday will go away.
Every Moanday I’m filled with fear
The week lies ahead, bleak and drear,
I just can’t get myself into gear,
I hope that Moanday will go away.
Every Moanday I’m such a fool —
All my friends will be there at school!
We’ll play, have fun, and that’ll be cool —
And then I’m up, up, up and away!
James Aitchison