Without the middle could we be complete?
Your bewitched spelling hints of a hidden treat
A special song like Saturday, yet more discreet
With the most letters you could rule over all the week
You’re not even bossy, instead you’re gracious and stay out of the way
Still you’re always leaning forward, it seems to work for Norway?
Your three syllables we cut short seems we’re in a hurry
To fall into your arms, it’s for tomorrow we worry
All down hill after that, if we can just get over your hump
To the sunny side we’ll race on down your ski jump
To both your weekends, they’ll be on our list,
One still to come we imagine, the last one is fondly missed
Give me a chance again, I promise to love you best
I’ll quit this place, we’ll steal the day and move out west.