The telegram boy knocked lightly
He was new and nervous slightly
No response so he went around back
And fished the message from his sack
He held a message for the occupant
Who was now calling at the front
It was an elderly lady calling him
"Oh how exciting a singing telegram"
"Its just a normal telegram" said he
"Well sing it anyway", said the lady
"I don't sing the messages" he insisted
"Oh please" the old lady persisted
"Well this is not a singing telegram
As I have already told you madam
But here goes anyway" the boy said
Da de da da # "You're sister Rose is dead" #
