I used be the designated child in our family of five kids to lick the stamps and put them intot he book.
In the 70's in elementary school chorus, we used to sing this song, sung to the tune fo Greensleeves-ahh 70's humor:
I found my love in a grocery shop,
Selling pickles and egg-plants and bottles of pop;
She asked me to try her asparagus tips,
And I fell for the smile on her ruby red lips.
Green stamps were all she gave,
Green stamps were all I took,
Green stamps were all I saved,
So I pasted them all in my green stamp book.
I'd go every day just to gaze at her face,
And in no time at all I had bought out the place.
Tho' ne'er did I e'er taste her ruby red lips,
I own four thousand cans of asparagus tips.
Green stamps . . .
Whenever I'm lonely or tired or blue,
I go to my bookshelf and here's what I do:
I reach for that book and then with loving care,
I count every green stamp that's pasted in there.
Green stamps . . .
Sung to the tune of Green-sleeves