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My postman
Walking down the street,
Smiley, bearded man,
We meet
You in your van
And me on my feet!
Cheerful and polite
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You knock at my door
I am all excited
I am washing the kitchen floor
You are invited
At my door.
So many parcels and letters
In your big red bag
You look hot in your sweater
And I am smoking a fag.
You are going away in a hurry
I close the door smiling
Will be having a curry
For dinner but for now I am baking
A cake with berry.
See you tomorrow
My dear postman
I feel sorrow
You left me with the milkman
In my burrow.