Hello Sunday Children
Its a beautiful Sunday children. Go play at the park and hang the laundry on the line run through the sprinklers and hear the echoing voices of mothers everywhere telling you its suppertime. Eat a popscicle and play cards with friends. Write a poem that only you'll read when you're all alone late at night. Take a long bath and put in lots of bubbly soap. It's Sunday children. It's a beautiful day of rest and relaxation.