Seven Days

A poem I remember from long ago, one ancient-sounding, shrouded in mystery.

Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

For the record, I was born on a Thursday.

Also for the record, I hate ikea.de. The Germans have no idea how online shopping should be done.