On a January will send the people
another beautiful cards with greetings and wishes,
but also all the animals, it's really true,
wishing each other Happy New Year:
Finch writes a letter
its Zoetelief
and Karel Sparrow
sends a letter to his sister
and two young rooks
a letter to their mummy.
All that goes along with the air mail
to Overflakkee, or Heiligerlee.
The airmail is ready. About fourteen seconds
he moved to Cape Town or Zutfen or London.
This post is a pitch-black crow, you should know,
he cries, Kra, beads, beads! Have you forgotten anything?
Sometimes has the rabbit
a letter to Berlin?
And you, pheasants,
a card for your aunt?
A letter to your uncle
in Brussels or Rome?
No further letters I will go.
But like he wants to leave, there is someone ...
It's Simon Leprechaun, he calls shocked:
Fortunately, the post is not just left!
There are thirty letters in 't around
all kinds of animals, there on the ground:
A letter from the mouse
to her parents' home,
a letter from two moles
to someone in Zwolle,
a letter from the spin
to his family,
a letter from the woodpecker and a letter from the siskin,
a letter for Zaltbommel and Paris.
Okay, says the crow, but put it in my bag.
Then he goes to leave, he goes full throttle
and then get every animal (it does not matter which)
a letter in his bus: Happy New Year!
*** END ***
another beautiful cards with greetings and wishes,
but also all the animals, it's really true,
wishing each other Happy New Year:
Finch writes a letter
its Zoetelief
and Karel Sparrow
sends a letter to his sister
and two young rooks
a letter to their mummy.
All that goes along with the air mail
to Overflakkee, or Heiligerlee.
The airmail is ready. About fourteen seconds
he moved to Cape Town or Zutfen or London.
This post is a pitch-black crow, you should know,
he cries, Kra, beads, beads! Have you forgotten anything?
Sometimes has the rabbit
a letter to Berlin?
And you, pheasants,
a card for your aunt?
A letter to your uncle
in Brussels or Rome?
No further letters I will go.
But like he wants to leave, there is someone ...
It's Simon Leprechaun, he calls shocked:
Fortunately, the post is not just left!
There are thirty letters in 't around
all kinds of animals, there on the ground:
A letter from the mouse
to her parents' home,
a letter from two moles
to someone in Zwolle,
a letter from the spin
to his family,
a letter from the woodpecker and a letter from the siskin,
a letter for Zaltbommel and Paris.
Okay, says the crow, but put it in my bag.
Then he goes to leave, he goes full throttle
and then get every animal (it does not matter which)
a letter in his bus: Happy New Year!
*** END ***
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