Texte - Mr. Postman

Oh good morrow Mr. Postman
How have you been?
So we’re here again

With your red cheeks behind that smile
With my pyjamas I wear every time
The neighbours parcel in your hand
I sign the paper, take the parcel in

And you
Can’t let go off this
Why do you always miss
The addressee of stuff you’re bringing?

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