 To my secret buddy -a poem-
Oh don't cry my buddy, don't be sad
your package is already on the truck's bed
it is coming your way, the driver drives fast
sometimes he'll stop for food. Or for gas
In the package you'll find some gifts, Little Girl
Something to make you happy, to make you swirl
Just look out the window today (latest tommorow)
put a smile on your face, no more sorrow
UPS is coming, little birds told me so
with a little brown package, Good to Go!
-wink wink- |