It’s Friday the Thirteenth today,
I think that in bed I will stay,
My truck will not start,
I fell on a lawn jart,
And, I was pecked in the head by a jay.
It is Friday the 13th and we have a new moon,
My Aunt Belinda is showing up soon,
She’s nothing to dread,
Unless she brings her dog Fred,
He likes to dig till my yard is a dune.