I am Friday and here I am to tell my story,
Along with my best friends, Sat and Sunday,
Who accompany me to make life easy,
For those who befriend us rather than Monday.
There is nothing hidden about our identities,
Our attributes are cogent and clear,
We don’t change colors, like the chameleon,
Our length is steady, the air without fear
Unlike other days which can assume identities,
When envy rules, insanity shines,
At the peak of summer or when the frost bites,
The weekdays come flocking
