It is about a troubled woman called Maisy, who only manages to try and do things on Fridays due to mental illness and when she does the whole world starts to work, the weather seems sunny and her rosemary plants that she keeps start to grow. But over the course of the weekend, she cannot sustain her efforts, and the weather turns hazy and finally grey and her Rosemary plants start to die. And like her plants Maisy herself eventually starts to fade...
She wore polka-dots, lots and lots
She wore melon scented hand cream
She grew rosemary plants, lots and lots
They were sitting in the sun beams
She was, grazy, hazy, Maisy,
What a troubled lady...
But Fridays,
Were her try days,
Not sigh, or die or why days,
Saturdays were hazy days,
by Sunday there was no sun that day
Yes Fridays,
Were clear sky days,
And the rosemary plants grew high that day,
But Saturday they would shrink away,
By Sunday they were far away
She was grazy, hazy, Maisy,
What a troubled lady...
She liked making pots, lots and lots,
Her pots were brightly yellow painted,
She liked looking at the pots, lots and lots,
But sometimes they looked tainted
She was grazy, hazy, Maisy,
What a troubled lady...
But Fridays,
Were her try days,
Not sigh, or die or why days,
Saturdays were hazy days,
By Sunday there was no sun that day
Yes Fridays were clear sky days
And the pots would glow bright yellow that day
On Saturdays they would start to fade
By Sunday, turn a shade of grey
She was grazy, hazy, Maisy,
What a troubled lady...
She ate apricots, lots and lots
Instead of breakfast, lunch and dinner
She thought they'd fill her up, lots and lots,
But she just kept getting thinner
She was grazy, hazy, Maisy,
What a troubled lady...
But Fridays were clear sky days,
And Maisy felt ok that day,
But Saturday she was not that way,
By Sunday she was far away
Yes Fridays were her try days,
Not sigh or why or die days,
but Saturdays were not that way,
I sigh and ask why did Maisy die that day?
But was Grazy, Hazy, Maisy,
Died a happy lady....
Grazy, Hazy, Maisy
Sunny and Shady
Grazy, Hazy, Maisy,
Troubled, not crazy
And not just on Fridays,
But 24/7,
The rosemary plants grow high in heaven
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