I see them going about their lives,
Each day they go to work.
Some enjoy their work,
Others do not.
In their working week
They look forward,
Look forward to that day,
That day after Friday,
When their work for the week
Is complete.
Saturday is a special day.
Many have said to me
I am glad it is Saturday,
I just look at them and smile.
Having worked my forty seven years
And one month,
Never forget the one month,
In my life now,
Every day’s a Saturday.