In this land of endless weekend, the weekdays softly fade, Replaced by moments minted in joy's own sweet parade. Here, Mondays dance with Fridays, under skies forever clear, And Saturdays sing ceaselessly, for Zunday's always near! Coffee cups brim with stardust, pancakes pile up high, Each bite a taste of freedom, beneath the cotton-candy sky. Shoes forget their hurry, socks delight in slides and swings, Every task is tinged with fun, as if each chore sings.

As twilight winks with silver eyes, and stars begin their show, Zunday's magic lingers on, in the evening's gentle glow. Lanterns laugh with fireflies, in a dance of sparks and light, While the moon plays peek-a-boo, with the coming of the night. Children's laughter fills the air, no bedtime tales of fright, For every dream is sweetened on this endless Zunday night. Pillows puff like marshmallows, blankets soft as whispers dear, In dreams, we skate on rainbow ice, and cheer with no fear.