I've got letters to Santa, the Easter Bunny
And some with no return address,

You wouldn't believe the missives I've seen,
Even one from a damsel in distress,

Would you believe that one is addressed to me?
It's kept, "out of sight -- out of mind,"

Many obscure addresses that
Even a taxi driver couldn't find,

Some pieces of mail are DOA,
Others die after they arrive,

Nobody searches thru these dusty old letters,
If they did, they wouldn't find one that's alive.

by D. Edgar Murray