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I’ve no concern for the postman’s shoes

or the mileage that they’re getting,

For postage stamps we sing the blues

it’s rather quite up setting,

 

One letter is a dollar spent

hardly fair I’d say –

and still they don’t know where it went

but I’ll bet the other way,

 

Extinct are giant phonebooks

so thick and heavy too,

Catalogs were just as bad

worn thin are postman’s shoes

 

So now I must divide my friends

put each one in their camp –

is each one really such a friend

that they're worth a postage stamp?

 

Christmas cards have gone away

Birthday’s get a text –

marriages and funerals

condolences, at best

 

In this age of information

It appears we all must bail

and give a sad and fine farewell

to the dying U.S. Mail.