Well, I'll be... Did you get this for little old me?How thoughtful of you. I love getting mail.
You take your postcard to a grassy field, lit by the gentle spring sun.
Someone is waiting there for you, in the soft grass, surrounded by daisies. He looks up at you with his little black eyes.
Well, I'll be... Did you get this for little old me?
How thoughtful of you. I love getting mail.
 In honor of Peponi International |