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Rh Well, where do they go?

Oh, from door to door, all through the country.

I'll be the King's postman when I grow up.

Ha! ha! Postman, indeed! Rain or shine, rich or poor, from house to house delivering letters that's very great work!

That's what I'd like best. What makes you smile so? Oh, yes, your work is great too. When it is silent everywhere in the heat of the noonday, your gong sounds, Dong, dong, dong, and sometimes when I wake up at