Another tree is shining
  Another postman's whining
  Why, my postman, why you cry?
  Oh my dear, oh, goodbye...
  Why? Huh huh what is wrong?
  I think my leg is not too strong
  Well, what's wrong with that?
  I can't hang on a tree upside down like a bat
  so my head will get with blood so fresh
  and my brain's grey usually will be now pink flesh
  Pink brains are now preferred
  Like a black sheep's herds
  Uhm, but why?
  Because the grey things won't die
  They are dead already
  Sign: Freddy