A Ruined Saturday
Everyone celebrated Monday
Grand Memorial Day
Now the workers are working
Now ruined a Saturday
The noisy trucks go up the road
At five, six, and seven o'clock
Destroyed a quiet Saturday
Gone the barn swallow flock
The sun still slowly rises up
Black clouds float 'pon the sky
Will the rain start falling soon
Or the sun keep all dry
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