Bright eyed and bushy, shush must hush, she's asleep,

I was asleep a long time ago and not in Bethlehem either,
see what I did there? no, neither did I my eyes were closed.

Sunday, the pre curse of a Monday, no, that's wrong,
Sunday, the precursor to Monday, ah, that's better.

Wishing it was Friday night again will not make it Thursday night again, will it?
but I'll give it a go because you never know.