You’ve made it at last
To the end of the day!
You did it! You passed
Every test in your way!
You missed the bus
And ran the whole way,
Still got there on time
At the end of the day.
You got bullied and slandered
And shamed by your friends,
You fell in your lunch
And kicked your own shins,
Lost your shorts and what pride
You had to begin
This long, dragging day
That’s at last at the end.
What a relief to be done
And not a moment too soon.

What’s that?
It’s not even noon?

Okay, just think,
There must be a way out.
Get matches and gas!
Give the devil a shout!
We’ll burn the day down
Till yesterday’s ash!
Teach tomorrow a lesson
It’ll never forget!
To move along quick
And get us through it!

Someone locked the gas up
For some reason
Since the last time this happened
I call this high treason.
And as it turns out,
The devil’s a chicken
And not coming up,
That no-good, flea-bitten –

No matter!
Let’s just go to bed.
We’ll wake up at night,
See how that goes instead.