Frivourously fluttering her skirts around and hinting at change
Rekindling hope in our hearts she bangs the door of any blues in range
Idly painting her nails, fingers and toes, to hell with the rest of the clique
Days gone, days to come, days for having fun. She is the Queen of the week
Anti slog, against all types of drugery. Wake up Sleepy Head
You need to be up and at ’em! It is Friday . That is what I said.