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.
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