The Weekend (Refrain)

The weekend is like the chorus to the song we sing throughout the week. We all know how it goes from here. Everyone now!

And there's laundry and cleaning and shopping. Take out the trash. Wipe out the sink. Vacuum the floors -- unless they aren't too bad and then ignore the floors. Walk to the library. Browse for an hour. Take all those books home that you know you'll never finish before they are doooOOOOO!

Then the week starts over again, and it's pretty similar to other weeks, with the same sort of music going on and the same beat. But nothing is so much the same as the weekend. Everyone!

And there's laundry and cleaning and shopping. Take out the trash. Wipe out the sink. Vacuum the floors. Walk to the library. Return last week's books. No new books this week -- oh except that one over there and that one over there and ooooooOOOOOO!

And with that we're ready for Monday again, with school and work and daily things to do. And while the music is lovely and has a nice rhythm, you know we're all waiting for the weekend. Everyone!

Oh there's laundry and cleaning and shopping and trash. Wipe out the sink. Clean the floors. Scrub out the bathrooms extra well this time because you know you didn't clean the shower last week. Then walk to the library -- see how the sun shines? -- and browse through the stacks. Swap the werewolf book for a mystery and ignore the fact that there are still six unread books at home that are not yet dooooOOOOOO!

It's no wonder we can't wait for weekends, when the chorus is so catchy. It sticks in your head. And though you bounce along to the verses, you know you're just waiting for Friday evening. One more time!

There's laundry and cleaning. Walk to the grocery store. Take out the trash before you pull off your shoes. Then wipe out the bathroom and vacuum the floors. The library opens at two o'clock. So pack the bag full of the books to return and walk through the sunshine to the library doors. Sit inside for an hour to start reading a new book that caught your eye, even though you are one third of the way through three books still at home. Then check out three more because three is such a great number. Can't wait until next weekend when a while new pile of books will be DOOOOOOoooooo.

The lady on the bus will ask me on Monday what I did on my weekend. And I will begin to sing, Oh!

There's laundry and cleaning and groceries and shopping. The trash and the bathroom and skipped vacuuming the floors. Walk through the park through the sunshiny streets to the public library. Swap four old books for three new--oooooooooooOOOOOOO!