Three cheers for Mr Amazon
What a friend he’s been
He always comes to see me
When not a soul l’ve seen
With his big cardboard boxes
With tiny things inside
That use the load of packing
To play around and hide.
He never goes to sleep at night
You can order really late
Knowing that for certain
He’ll be next day at your gate
If by any chance you’re out
He doesn’t bat a lid
He’ll knock up all your neighbours
Till one will do as bid.
So if you’re ever lonely
A friend you’ll never lack
If you don’t want his parcel
You can always send it back