Who would hate rising on a thursday
When rosy fragrance feel the air
Which comes so appealing
Alongside with a thunderous laughter
I love singing on a thursday
Accompanied by lovely skylark
With some a gaily feathers
Which appear briwnish and nice
Thursday in school calls for joy
And it unfolds happiness around
Unto the faces of all
As teachers fail to flog
Thursday comes sweetest of all
With no harm nor miser