Q) Blinky

Blinky
Oh blinky blinky
The postman loves you
Despite the brown paper
So green
And all the kings horses
And all the kings men
Are not cooks.

Oh blinky
My blinky blinky
You are the postman,
The walrus is away,
Cuckoo cashew.

Blinky
Stinky stinky
Why do you smell
Did you fall
Or were you pushed
Poirot would know
But he is Belgian.

Blinky
You're not Tinky Winky
You are Po
And Poirot loves you
But he is Belgian

Oh blinky
Stinky blinky
You smell like a wet dog
But you're not a wet dog
But you are green
Pleasure machine.

Blinky blinky
Oh immortal beloved
You are not Beethoven
And you make terrible music
But the postman loves you
Cuckoo cashew.

Blinky
You are the wet dog
The postman is away
Beethoven loves you
But he is dead.

Blinky blinky
Blink, blinky, blink!
See blinky blink,
He is not Belgian,
But he loves you.