White, frothy clouds raced each other in the sky
Eagles and hawks hover, not low, and not too high
Some solitary kites jiggle and dance as if monarchs of the air
The crows sit on a sill, and caw as if they have no care.
Some men walk leisurely in the street in their Sunday best
Each has on a bright, and very showy vest
The streets are silent – there are no blaring of car horns
There is no jostling, no stepping upon corns.
It is Sunday, a day of enjoyment and of rest
A day of gaiety – of jokes and of jest
For Sunday is acknowledged as a holiday almost everywhere
On that day, people are merry, and put aside their care.
Businessmen, great magnates, or labourers one and all
Rich and poor men, people short or tall
Abandon the cares of the world, and enjoy on this day
The day they’ve all kept aside for fun or for play.