Lundi and her busy day
Lundi has so much to do,
She is busy, that much is true.
She's often late, you ought to see
How very busy she can be:
She strings together pretty beads,
To hang them all among the trees,
Then once the trees become her maids
They'll be prepared to make her braids;
She then must go, running fast you see
To make it to French class, then to tee
Saying "ooh" and "lala" and of course saying "wee"
Ending with "Bouket", at half past three.
From there she conducts a train
And this without a bit of strain
She manages to keep up a quick pace,
While making sure her passengers are safe.
She's also the finest seamstress, by leaps and bounds,
Making tablecloths hang like gowns -
With ribbons and string together bound,
Then back on the table safe and sound;
She then, in turn, is charged with the care
To be the seamstress to the heir
He is quite hard, it's true, to fit
Since he will not be still, or "sit!"
This Tom cat prince is quite a bother
He'll hiss-so unless given a saucer.
Then she goes collecting leaves
To crown his triangular-ears with ease
Now she is filling a bag full of stuff
Collecting a brush and spare ribbons with a 'huff'
Then a few more errant socks lying about
All on Lundi-the-mailman's route;
She must go round and round the room
Traveling along from corner to corner
Returning things to their rightful owner
All that is left is a broom,
Now she has time to simply play
With broom in hand she soars,
Right above the kitchen floors
"This is sweeping!" you may say…
In fact this is a magic broom
That can fly beyond the stars
So you can't even see the room,
She strays beyond the window bars
Finally, it's time to eat
Yet she cannot rest her feet
She must be the one to cook.
And do all this without a book?
She buys ingredients at the store
Then runs a mile, or maybe more!
From the living-room to the kitchen sink
She washes them all, yet some shrink.
She rushes so to finish quickly,
Slavering all with ketchup thickly,
Making an incredibly yummy dish
Even if you cannot cut the fish
She sets the table nice and neat
Removes her apron, takes a seat
Putting on her hostess's cap
She awaits her guests, who are taking a nap;
After dinner is done
She has one more place to run-
Straight into bed she flies
Under her purple comforter lies
Her feet are tucked in nice and snug
Almost as if they're receiving a hug
Her head lies comfortably under her table
She can finally rest camped out in her stable
Warming Lundi with their fluffy-fur,
Neighing, braying and some even purr,
Her many pets surround her, see
But she is already asleep, saying z-z-z…