Had I the grace of pelicans
or ease of flight beneath the sky -
with tattered wings still dripping
upon the sand I'd dry,
Had I the grace of pelicans
on land, in air and sea -
I'd pose for postcard pictures
a dollar each they'd be,
You'd mail me to your far-off friends
with pleasant thoughts of cheer
and end, of course, with having fun
sure wish that you were here.
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In my mailbox I do find,
A card from some place far,
Sent with love from someone kind,
I set it on the bar.
I think about the times of fun,
They are having there,
And plan someday myself to sun,
Upon a beach somewhere.
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