I feel like crying on Sundays, so I do

Besides that I stay in the Sun Room with you

Busy hands can't hide your pretty face, you say

So this is how you and I spent my third day

Here, you get praises for so much as breathing

A cheer for smiling, an applause for reading

I care for none of that; passing time away

So this is how you and I spent my third day

It's quiet and uneventful, but that's good

Joined by several people; all misunderstood

Drawing, coloring, some go and a few stay

So that is how you and I spent my third day