Friday back when I was young
Was preparation day
We vacuumed, mopped and dusted things
Our toys were put away
By sundown Mom had finished with
Her pan of ravioli
She wouldn't bake on Saturday
To keep the Sabbath holy
On Fridays now that I am grown
"Prepare" has changed in meaning
Felipe comes and mows our lawn
Conchita does the cleaning
And after church we know a place
That serves great guacamole
With help from strangers in our gates
We still keep Sabbath holy
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