Dear, I thought I drop a line
 The weather is cool
 The fooks are fine
 I`m in bed each night at nine
 PS I love you
 
 Yesterday we had some rain
 But all in all I can`t complain
 Was it dusty on the train
 PS I love you
 
 Write to the Brown`s just as soon as you`re able
 They came around to call
 And not burn a hole in the dining room table
 Now let me think; I guess that`s all
 Nothing else for me to say
 And so I`ll close, but by the way
 Everybody`s thinking of you
 P.S. I love you