Dear, I thought I drop a line   The weather is cool   The fooks are fine   I'm in bed each night at nine   PS I love you      Yesterday we had some rain   But all in all I can't complain   Was it dusty on the train   PS I love you      Write to the Brown's just as soon as you're able   They came around to call   And not burn a hole in the dining room table    Now let me think; 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   P.S. I love you