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Ode To The Postman

With Apologies to Dud Fisher, from whom the idea
(albeit concerning artists), and verse-form were “stolen”..

A mailman’s life is a life ot ease,
With his days a continual song.
We’ll give you an inkling of what it’s like;
Just shout if you think we’re wrong.

Now we’re set for life on this job, and they
Cannot can us no matter what–
We just stick our tongue in the P.M. ‘s face,
And invite him to sit and rot.

Sure, the pay’s superb and the hours are short
As a banker’s, Just about;
As a rule we see him a-heading for lunch
When we’re through and all rung out.

But the easy ,way that we earn our dough
Is the sweetest part of all– ,
Bend an ear: we’ll take you around a day
That’s a crime we’re paid for at all:

To be sure, a beautiful day in spring
Is the kind we’ll choose, for when
It is rainy or cold or just ornery out
We have subs who take it then.

After ringing in around 8 or 9
We can read, play cards, or knit,
While the clerks sort mail and tie it out
So we can deliver it!

Then we take our sack and we saunter out,
And we whistle a tune the while,
And we nod and bow at the pretty girls
Who give us the eye, and smile.

So between the times when we stop and talk–
Or we loaf at Gene’s or Al’s–
(We might have a coke at Harry’s place,
Or a piece of pie at Sal’s)–

We drop a letter in a box or two…
What’s that about parcel post?
Oh, the freight, the junk, and the magazines,
They’re trucked, from coast to coast.

Yes, of course, there’s Christmas, Election times,
Easter, and count & weigh;
But we stack the letters and leave ’em set–
For there’s always another day.

Now the dogs won’t bite us, but even if’
One forgets and grabs jus’t in fun–
What’s a little thing like a leg to us?
We ean still do this with just onel

And when we trot home after work is through
Just a-rarin’, we surmise
If the family wants us to step, O.K.–
What’s a little exercise??

Now of course this isn’t quite all the truth,
And we know we shouldn’t mislead;
But it sounds, this way, like a scad of fun,
And it’s what YOU THINK, you’ll concede!

by Ray Romine Monday, January 1, 1940

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