With tiny white snowflakes
left a trail throughout town
This year was special and
And with each house he came to
His own special greetings
that his card had no stamps
livering mail here for free
If he doesn't pay postage,
Cried someone from Brighton
with vengeance of scourge
But first -degree mail fraud
Your service was spotless
With a heart that was failing,
The next day an ambulance
The man had a heart, but roses rose
In sixty -eight dollars a male
Mrs. DePlant, she just concified
She wrote this whole story
the news spread through town
he got a slap on the hand
And the post office made him nick
Posted the two posters through
Oh, look at those stamps,
he turned Frankie for the new
He just waits for the day
It's a shame that this world
with it's measures and ways
Won't find one to balance
For it's never the message
It's the way that it's packaged
when it knocks at your door.
Postage due, postage due.
Bribed someone from Brighton
with the vengeance of schools.
without stamps at my door. you
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