The Young Mail Carrier
(Written for Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Wocher, Indianapolis, Ind.)
Young Billy from his lovely home disappeared one day,
And when his mother missed her lad she thought he'd run away,
But soon the sprightly little chap came quickly running back,
Bearing on his shoulders small, a large round leather sack,
And said, "Dear mother, I have been a very good, kind boy,
Trying like the Bible says, to bring our neighbors joy.
I played I was a postman and I paid each one a call,
And to the people in this block, I gave them letters, all."
MOTHER: "But where, my precious little lad, my darling, honey pet,
Where in the name of goodness these letters did you get?"
BILLY: "I found them with no trouble; they were the ones that you
Kept in your top bureau drawer, all tied with ribbons blue."