Every week is precious
Full of work and rest
But through the passing seasons
Only one week is the best
No it’s not my birthday
Or the day that I was wed
Thankfully it’s early
So she won’t hear what I said
Some folks say it’s Christmas
With all that Christmas cheer
But I contend that this one
Is the best week of the year
We started with March Madness
Lordy! What a game
The Cavaliers are smiling
In the comeback Hall of Fame
Other weeks are famous for
Their scandals and disasters
But this one is exalted--
It’s the week they hold the Masters
The planet isn’t threatened
I don’t care what people say
As long as, in Augusta,
There’s another round to play
And if that’s not enough excitement
Oh, be still my heart
This week is the week
When the hockey playoffs start
I put it on my calendar
Yes, I marked the dates
Ever since October
When old Joe hung up his skates
Candidates are running
Someone testified
But I couldn’t pay attention to them
Even if I tried
There’s one more thing about this week
That I forgot to mention
It’s April and the Indians
Still are in contention
