My Mailman My mailman always calls me boss And volunteered to never toss My packages over the gate But first to honk and then to wait When we first met and never yet Forgot but brought what he did not Forget was thoughtful as he thought He ought and brings the things I get What sent that went across the sea To cross the desert presently Presents a pleasant present when He waits out at the gate again Someone who knows about what goes But comes around and I suppose I sent what went but found its way As what my mailman brought today Steven Curtis Lance