Washing Day
It’s Monday and it’s washing day,
There really is no hope,
’Cuz when it’s time to peg it out,
Well, everything gets soaked!
It’s raining and it’s pouring,
And now I’m feeling blue,
Because when it’s a Monday,
There’s just far too much to do.
The washing’s on the airers,
There’s no point pegging out,
Tuesday I’m in the garden—
Just so long as the sun’s out.
I’m knelt down on my hands and knees,
I’m feeling oh, so sore,
And when I pull up all the weeds,
The next day, there’s still more.
The week it does drag on and on,
I just wish it would end,
Because when Friday’s over,
At last, it’s the weekend!Washin
