Friday is the best day of the entire week

Around the world from the U.S. to Mozambique

The end of our suffering is almost here

All of our worries are about to disappear


No more work and no more school

Saturday and Sunday, each one is a jewel

Yelling and hollering, jumping for joy

These are feelings felt by every girl and boy


Lockers jamming and slamming never gets old

The loud sound of the bell is a relief to behold

A mad dash through the hallways and out the door

A shout from Profe, "¡Adiós, señor!"


The walk to freedom is only a short trip home

Whether you live in Kokomo or Jerome

Make the next 48 hours count or you'll be a mourner

The Monday blues are just around the corner


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