It was the morning of Ralph's birthday and there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Bob asked.
"Telegram!" was the reply.
Enthusiastically, Ralph opened the door and asked the messenger boy,
"Is it a singing telegram?"
"No Sir. We don't do singing telegrams," the messenger replied.
"Oh, but I've always wanted to receive a singing telegram!" Ralph said. "Couldn't you just bend the rules a little and make an old man happy?"
"I'm sorry, sir, it wouldn't be appropriate, " replied the messenger.
"Please," Ralph pleaded, "After all, today is my birthday."
"OK, if you insist," the messenger said. He unfolded the telegram and began singing,
"Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, your sister Rose is dead..."
"Who is it?" Bob asked.
"Telegram!" was the reply.
Enthusiastically, Ralph opened the door and asked the messenger boy,
"Is it a singing telegram?"
"No Sir. We don't do singing telegrams," the messenger replied.
"Oh, but I've always wanted to receive a singing telegram!" Ralph said. "Couldn't you just bend the rules a little and make an old man happy?"
"I'm sorry, sir, it wouldn't be appropriate, " replied the messenger.
"Please," Ralph pleaded, "After all, today is my birthday."
"OK, if you insist," the messenger said. He unfolded the telegram and began singing,
"Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, your sister Rose is dead..."
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