I tell myself at break of day:
‘I’m up! Hooray, hooray, hooray!
Today’s a ripper, what a treat,
I’m thrilled to see you all, my mates!’
I’ll shake off the sleepy haze,
Stretch out quick and wash my face,
Then a cuppa, sweet and nice,
A reward for trying twice.
Porridge first, a spoonful or two,
I ate it all, the lot, right through!
Not a crumb was left behind,
Not even skin on the milk to mind!
I’ll pack my bag all by myself
And check the door, the lock, the shelf.
Have I forgotten anything? Let’s see,
I’ve checked the lot, I’m good to go, you see!
But why is Mum just standing there,
Smiling at me with a cheeky stare?
Why is she grinning ear to ear?
Even Smudge, the cheeky cat,
Is staring at me, strange as that.
What’s going on, my family?
‘It’s Saturday, your day off, love!
The morning played a trick, my dove.
You woke up early, bright and keen,
And Dad agrees, you’re doing great, I mean!
But the school’s closed up, no need to rush!’
That’s what Mum said, with a grin and a blush.
I smiled and gave a lazy stretch,
Then flopped back on the bed to catch
A little more sleep, a little more snooze.
’Cause Saturday’s my day off,
My favourite day, the best of all!
