Ah, it’s Tuesday morning. What can I say?
Tuesday cuts Monday’s diamond in the rough.
Monday’s for planting, Tuesday’s making hay.
Wednesday’s not for harvest. Not tall enough.
Wednesday is for watering and waiting.
Thursday is to pray for drying weather.
Friday is for harvest lest we’re hating
To spend our weekend stuck in labor’s teather.
If not Friday, then Saturday will do
To be the day of harvest in a pinch.
If hay was not dry Friday, it could be true
That hay had time to grow another inch.
Then comes Sunday, whe we all take our leaves
To come rejoicing Bringing in the Sheaves.