In a world of seven days, One shines the brightest hue, Where laughter skips and childhood plays, And all the skies are blue. A symphony of giggles sings, As morning sun does peek, For Saturday is the happiest, The happiest day of the week. With no rush of school-tide's reign, Adventures call us near, Building castles, climbing trees, In freedom, joy is clear. Pajama'd mornings linger late, Cartoons dance on the screen, Ice cream cones and dreams await, In every grass-green scene. When dusk arrives, a glow remains, A secret smile to keep, For Saturday's the day we claim In memories, sweet and deep.