“Exercise is good for you,”
Or so the Doctor,used to say;
But if he’d look me over good,
I bet he’d change his tune today.
“Walk outdoors a lot, my son”;
So then I went to toting mail;
And if the cure I need is walking,
This should dood it, without fail.
“Walking helps your posture, lad–
‘Twill straighten those round shoulders.”
(But Doc our mail sacks never saw–
They aren’t figure-moulders.)
“Walking does things to you, boy”–
Right you are, dear Doc, this time.
The KIND of things it does, I fear,
I couldn’t fit in any rhyme!
“Of course, you mustn’t OVERDO!”
Oh, he meant IN MODERATION!!
And here am I with this job stuck–
Applesauce and botheration!
“Oh, no–don’t OVER-EXERCISE.”
O.K., that suits ME–I’M no balker;
But sell that idea, if you can,
To the *P.M.G., one Frank C. Walker!
*Post Master General
by Ray Romine Saturday, June 19, 1943
