by Stephen Bowden

I had a letter

I had a letter,
A First Class letter,
I took my letter
To the Housing Estate.
I wanted a Post Office,
A little sub-Post Office,
And I looked for a Post Office
'Most everywhere.

For I went to the Shopping Center where they had a sports centre
("Only fifty pounds for one year's membership!")
"Have you got a Post Office, 'cos I don't want membership?"
But they hadn't got a Post Office, not anywhere there.

I had a letter,
And I had another letter,
I took my letters
To the Housing Estate.
I wanted a Post Office,
A little open Post Office,
And I looked for Post Offices
'Most everywhere.

And I went to the Shopping Center where they had a reasonable range of
shops
("Ten percent off merchandise that's got a red label!")
"Have you got a Post Office, 'cos I don't like merchandise?"
But they hadn't got a Post Office, not anywhere there.

I found a parcel,
A brown paper parcel,
I took it in my hand
To the Housing Estate.
I was calling at the Post Office,
I do like Post Offices,
And I looked for Post Offices
'Most everywhere.

So I went to the Church where they offered me salvation
("Salvation will be yours if you turn to the Lord!")
"Have you got a Post Office, 'cos I'm already saved?"
But they hadn't got a Post Office, not anywhere there.

I had nuffin',
No, I hadn't got nuffin',
So I didn't go down
To the Housing Estate.
But I walked through the City,
The dirty old City...
And I saw sub-Post Offices
'Most everywhere.

So I'm sorry for the people that offer Salvation,
I'm sorry for the people that sell discount merchandise,
I'm sorry for the people who sell annual memberships,
'Cos they haven't got a Post Office, not anywhere there!

with apologies to A A Milne.