Letter to Monday

reclusive you've sold? the idle have to know
is there enough to save my gold
flying at you
down, down, down
matching the losses in my stable
tuesday's child is filled with grace
wednesday's child is a big disgrace
thursday's child has left himself to wonder
wed child is an accident
friday's child will meet the president
sunday's child's asleep to monday morning
then it's all show to let you know
your creditors let go of their hold
wednesday's child is an ignorant
friday's child will greet the evidence
sunday's child's a slave to monday morning
now the hounds got you
to answer to