Delay and “cheek”—their day is o’er;
What now has laid the Carrier’s ghost?—
The Parcel Post, the Parcel Post!
When Christmas comes with jovial fare,
Of turkeys, geese, and viands rare,
What then shall be my hope and boast?—
The Parcel Post, the Parcel Post!
The postman, staggering ’neath the weight
Of welcome presents, opes my gate;
’Tis then I prize and honour most