| I was blue and melancholy
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| And I knew that it was folly
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| To be feeling so sad
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| When I ought to be glad
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| So I sent a little letter
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| Off it went, I’m feeling better
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| Got an answer today
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| Ev’rything is okay
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| Why is the sun shining brighter?
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| I’m on my way home, I’m on my way home
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| Why is my heart feeling lighter?
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| I’m on my way home, I’m on my way home
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| Why did I buy something nice at the store
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| Something that she’ll adore?
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| Can’t you guess who it’s for?
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| It’s for someone with hair growing whiter
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| Who’s happy because I’m on my way home
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| Not so sweet are things that you chew
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| When you eat upon a «choo-choo»
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| They keep opening cans
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| I’ve got different plans
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| When it’s time to go to supper
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| I’ll just climb into an upper
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| Till the morning and then
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| I’ll start eating again
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| I’ve been shopping and I’ll put you wise
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| I’ve got packages of ev’ry size
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| Here’s a half a dozen knitted ties
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| For my brother and another
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| Here’s a parasol that’s very plain
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| For my pretty little sister Jane
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| Here’s a nifty little walking cane
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| For my father but I’d rather
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| Not
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| Tell you what
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| But there’s one package more
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| That I bought at the store
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| Can’t you guess who it’s for?
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| It’s for someone with hair growing whiter who’s happy because
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| I’m on my way home |