Donald Duck, Fire Chief

Here he comes in the truck, fire chief Donald Duck. The fire gets so frightened that it goes right out. So if one of these days you get caught in the place, Donald is the one to call, cause he's the greatest!

Smawless! BINUS! BAN of all! We're the seven little dwarfs and we are postmen. We're tearing the mail over hill and over hill. And though we may be tinier than most men, we'd like it understood.

We're very, very good. It was happy grumpy. Smithy Smith! It had come back for two. And even little dovey, those the mail must go through. No, nothing can detain the little postman. No, neither, when the rain neither snore her a-tane.

Nor hail can't stop the seven dwarves. From the liver ring the mail.