It was on a pleasantly gloomy day,
the sky was dark and stormy grey,
That Harmaly Mahulagen raised her head,
shook herself, and got out of bed,
Looked about and saw a sight
that would give anyone quite a fright.
Her mother stood there in a rage,
impossible to describe on this poor page.
Her mother cried, "Where have you been?
School has started, it's half-past ten!"
Then Harmaly said, "Mom, it's Saturday,
an I am going out to play.
The rain is fresh and sweet,
and I'll play in my bare feat."
Out she went, oh so bold,
and caught ahold of an awful cold.