Sunday

Various people are still protesting against Melbourne City Council's decision to allow Sunday games in municipal parks.

What shall we do on a Sunday?
    Shall it be as it was before,
When we yawned and slept and the
    Sabbath kept.
By voting the day a bore—
When we listened to sermon dreary,
That told of a hope forelorn,
Leaving us mad and dreary,
    Longing for Monday morn.

What should we do on a Sunday
    After the Church is out?
Should we dream and sleep, and the
    Sabbath keep?
Simply by lounging about
Should we sit on our horse-hair sofa
Harboring thoughts of gloom
Should we think of the dread
here-after
And ponder upon the tomb?

What may we do on a Sunday?
    May we not do as we please?
Why should we bow to the dictum
    Thats fraying our trouser knees.
There are diverse ways that we wot of
    For wearing our garments out,
For we would be gay on the Sabbath
    day.
And we want to laugh and shout.

What can we do on a Sunday?
    Shall we bow to the wowser's word?
And cogitate on our sinful state?
    I think the game's absurd?
And yet with my early training—
Though I think that a Sunday's slow
    Should you bid me say that it should be gay.
Well, frankly, I  dunno ...!