Thank God It's Friday
We say this each week
Running and playing
We don't have to squeak

House is all empty
Folks are away
Thank God It's Friday
That's all we can say

Nights are so long
Today we're housebound
Not one human being
Is hanging around

Crumbs on the floor
Well they are no more
Filled to the brim
And lazy for sure

Packing our goodies
To go back inside
Late nights on Fridays
Keeps us supplied

This our consensus
We hope you agree
We thank you for Friday
Admission is free.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright November 23, 2002