I’m writing a letter
To send by the post;
It is to the person
I care for the most.
I write the date clearly
And put the address,
And begin, “Dearest Mummy,”
(Did anyone guess?)
My pen travles slowly
All down the sheet,
Because I’m so anxious
To keep it all neat.
I carefully blot it
To dry up the ink –
Such nice blotting-paper,
The colour is pink!
I turn the page over
And on goes my pen,
Till lastly, come kisses,
There’s just room for ten!
The envelope is ready,
I put the stamp on,
And run to the post box,
And now it has gone!