Hello, Mr Buffalo!
A tender flower is crying on the cold rain and blowing wind. It
needs protection... I feel like this now... Cover me with your warm
hands and kiss me with your tender lips and I will be yours... If you
are looking for something, if your heart misses something important...
write to me... my heart is lonely... let them meet...
Waiting for your letter
BUFFALO: Wot the...
BIRD: Film at eleven.
BUFFALO: Gaff, gaff!