Dear I thought I'd drop a line The weather's cool the folks are fine I'm in bed each night at nine And P.S. I love you Yesterday we had some rain But all in all I can't complain Was it dusty on the train And P.S. I love you Write to the Browns As soon as you're able They came around to call I burned a hole In the dinning room table Let me see I guess that's all Nothing else for me to say And so I'll close but by the way Everybody's thinking of you And P.S. I love you