I remember reading this poem when I was a child, being fascinated by it. I think is was in a Brahms nursery lullaby book that I read over and over. My daughter was also born on a Monday. My son was born on a Friday.
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.
I'm glad I wasn't born on a Wednesday.
Fur Elise. I tried so hard to play this well in elementary school. I think I did a great job at the recital but I was so paralyzed in performance anxiety I needed my teacher's reassurance. She was so amazingly calm she told me I stole the show.