Saturday is best of all.
No one yells out down the hall.
No one says to comb my hair.
No one says to get up there.
I can stay in bed and hear
Cartoons crackle bright and clear.
Bowls can clink and cereal spill.
Time can sit and keep quite still.
The whole house feels warm and wide.
Sun comes slanting from the side.
Pajamas beat school clothes by far.
They fit me better than my shoes are.
By noon the day feels slow and kind.
Nothing hard is on my mind.
If the week were mine to run,
There would be three Saturdays and one sun.