Please Mr. Postman listen to me
It’s nearly Christmas and you will agree
That every year I give you a present
But then what you do, is act like a peasant
My gate is always shut to keep out the robbers
But you come along in your girt cobblers
You’re in such a rush on your morning round
You never leave us safe and sound
So please Mr. Postman watch what you do
And shut our gates as if we are lions in a zoo
