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          Sunday, sweet, neat, sunday.

          We all pile in the car.

          Yeah, we are going to my grandparent's house.

          No, it is not far.



          We drive along.  We sing a song.

          We drive through the city, yes the view from

          the high way, the highway, is sure pretty.

          We drive along the shore, no it is not a bore.

          Look at the waves, as they come together, soft as

          a feather.



         We arrive at their house.

         Just to see them and talk again,

         Sometimes, with them, along the beach we walk.

         Sometimes, we take a drive.

        

         Aida makes a pasta dinner.  It's always a winner.

         There's chocolate ice cream for dessert.

         It's better than a dream



          After dinner, or during dinner,

          it is time for TV or a movie.

          Sometimes, during the meal, we watch

          Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy.

          Aida was great at Wheel.



          Sometimes, a groovy movie.

          The Muppets are great.

          By the time, we go home, it is late.

          For home, nobody wants to start,

          nobody wants to depart.

          Nobody wants to go, everybody says no.



           Sitting on the hill.

           Look at the night lights.

           The lights of the city, really are pretty.

           What a sight, what a delight.



         A great day, celebrated in the best way.

         I can't wait till next Sunday.