Parcel

Hear, hear, I’m heaven-sent! Open up your heart, and see Not the message that was meant But a parcel that is me Put away the wrapping paper Sit me down on the floor I’m a drinker, you’re a vaper And we always want some more Till our heads will overload Eyes get dim, the hour’s late Through the air we come afloat Cause in sleep we levitate Flying by the Chiltern hills Over the enchanted moon Over the angelic mills We will not return too soon To your land of hopeless glory To the garden in the sun In the night we have no worry I’m a parcel you have won.