Go to church,
But the best part of the day
Hasn't started yet.
'Cause there's fried chicken
And boiled potatoes with gravy
And sweet corn on the cob
Ice cream and fruit pie, too
Waiting at Gramma's house.
And the conversation
Is sure to make me laugh
Like when Grandpa tells me to
"Show a little leg"
If I want to get attention.
And then there'll be crosswords,
Scrabble and card games,
And bang-bang-shoot-'em-ups
Before I go back to the dorm.
I wish Sunday afternoons could last all week.
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