The telegram boy knocked lightly
He
was new and nervous slightly
No
response so he went around back
And
fished the message from his sack
He
held a message for the occupant
Who
was now calling at the front
It
was an elderly lady calling him
“Oh,
how exciting a singing telegram”
“It’s
just a normal telegram,” said he
“Well
sing it anyway,” said the lady
“I
don’t sing the messages” he insisted
“Oh
please” the old lady persisted
“Well,
this is not a singing telegram
As
I have already told you madam
But
here goes anyway” the boy said
Da
da da #Your sister Rose is dead#
