Lee, Oh Lee,
I see you’re grinning with glee.
You’re not a doting ol’…cool?
And you go by the rule,

But I really want to know,
‘Cos I sent you that postcard some time ago,
Of your dad, and it was unique,
I thought it was tres cheque.

Are you carrying a grudge?
Was it because I…? Oh fudge!

Dad said if you get in his way,
You’d best put your knuckle-dusters on (so gay!)

And now there is so much strife,
In Singapore (they say it’s your wife).
Even your brother packed up and departed.
Everyone is disheartened. 

Nevermind. I’m pretty sure you’re no fool.