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the last milkman
The milkman sets off as the sun starts to rise
He has a lot to do that’s no big surprise
With his cart all shinny from the day before
He knows it’s his job to go door to door
But more and more people do not want it any more
They go to the supermarkets with their big shinny floor
They buy it in plastic bottles all ugly and tall
Not the glass ones no more for these hold a lot more
So his round gets shorter day by day
He still tries to make jolly but he sad when he see his pay
It’s no good he tells his wife, my dad was a milkman all his life
However, i cannot live this way no more
That’s the last of the milk i will do door to door.
