The day of the week that feels like
detention
The day of the week I look at with
rejection
What rhymes with rejection, oh yes,
injection
The
day of the week that feels like injections
Poor day, it receives no affection
Poor day, it receives no affection
Of
what day do you think I speak
Of what day could seem so bleak
The day of the week that makes us students squeak
Poor day, always critiqued
But as first of its mates, it is unique
The first day of our week, Mondays it is
Of what day could seem so bleak
The day of the week that makes us students squeak
Poor day, always critiqued
But as first of its mates, it is unique
The first day of our week, Mondays it is
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