(Monday's child is fair of face.)

A beam of sunlight hits my eyes,
I wake to the sound of a bird,
The chirping travels through the beam,
And echoes to all my senses,
I'm alive once again on this tender Monday morn.

I cross across the marble floor to where the day awaits,
And see the children laughing at the foot of the garden,
The sound resounds, rebounds from the marble ground,
And makes its way through my nerves,
I'm alive once again in this gentle Monday dawn.

Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon.