Monday. Late again today. He'd be in trouble, though he'd say he was sorry. He'd have to hurry out to the bus Tuesday. Horace, what's so sad? He'd never had a girl that he could care for. And if it was late once more, he'd be out. Uh-oh. Don't be afraid. Just knock on the door. Well, he just stood there mumbling and fumbling. Then a voice from above said, Horace, this is your life. Now all that's fine is on the way. Make a stand. Be a man. And you will have a great life ahead. You can do it. Come on, Horace. Wednesday. Horace met the girl. She was small and she was very pretty. He thought he was in love. He was afraid. Uh-oh. He asked her for a date. The cafe down the street tomorrow evening. His head was kneeling when she said yes. Okay. Don't be afraid. Just knock on the door. Well, he just stood there mumbling and fumbling. Then a voice from above said, Horace, this is your life. Now all that's fine is on the way. Make a stand. Be a man. And you will have a great life ahead. You can do it. Come on, Horace. Friday. Horace, this is it. He asks the girl if maybe they could marry. When she says gladly, Horace cries to her. Sunday. Everybody's at the church when Horace rushes in and says, Now, here comes my wife for the rest of my life. Yes, she did. Don't be afraid. Just knock on the door. Well, he just stood there mumbling and fumbling. Then a voice from above said, Horace, this is your life. Now all that's fine is on the way. Make a stand. Be a man. And you will have a great life ahead. Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday.