Monday, Monday you must be a fun day.
I need you to be you  — o’ beloved follower of Sunday.

I’m leaning like Franky and clearing my throat to sing
‘Luck be a Monday’ – she likes me… I think.

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If I were D’Angelo then Monday would be
that thing that I sing about — Monday’s are key:

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Let’s rise up early and play wildly in the bed.
Before getting to work let our inner child be fed.

Monday, Monday be a fun day — for work will find us soon.
Even Kirstjen Nielson insists on fun; she’ll be packing her office by noon.

I don’t blame her. She is just like you, me, and John Kelly;
she just wants to be on the playground with her mind sound by 3.

Start early…

Don’t ever let the day get too late…
Do not pass Monday without a little play.

Hip-hip-hooray to KJ.  ‘I always knew that you could do better.
Go on home and relax your bones, take off that binding sweater.

Find the chocolate and the vodka…and figure a cocktail out.’
Me? I’m up early feeling girly, about to get dressed and move about.

I’m meeting with productive friends – we think tank over cups of joe.
We also pray, take time to play, and encourage folk on their to and fro.

I’m happy today and before I get out of bed
I want my Monday to be a lady… I’ve got a melody in my head.

Monday fun day, I know you to be sweet,
I’m Qui
Good morning to thee, I’ll take the joe and forfeit the tea.