I get up with great haste
As they say “make hay when the sun shines"
I leave nothing at bay
I hurry as my feet may
I get to my duty post
Wee hours before most
Not for the love of the job
But to beat the odds
I do my daily rituals
Say "hey to Abba, father"
The rest of the day
Comes about somewhat may
I do not pray
For the same things
But I await change
So I may say "ah, at last!"
For some day in May
When I will awake to the sound of Minnniemay's cry
I will feed her, till she’s weary eyed
With her diet met
I will get set
To meet my clientele
My staff would greet me
"Mrs. P...the clients wait"
With the same efficiency
And speed
I feed Minnniemay
I will attend to my clients
As I may
Till the very last one
Is gone
When all is done
I will ensure
There’s no stone unturned
In that day,
Someday,
My Monday
Will be much more.
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