Wednesday’s Child
A delightfully macabre reimagining of Monday’s Child
The old rhyme told one fate
We had something else in mind
Monday's child is ready with mace
Tuesday's child is full of disgrace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has toads to show
Friday's child is sad and creeping
Saturday's child digs graves for a living
And the child born on the Sabbath Day, should be sent by bat, far far away
Collected in the dark
Paper from the House
