.Saturday morning, she comes at ten,
And I play the father-role again â=
And I buy my precious joy a toy balloon.
Her mother smiles a cold âgoodbyeâ,
Says, âIâll pick her up at five.â
And we cram a week into an afternoon.
Saturdays only, she comes to ea.
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