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The Postman
 

I'd like to be a postman, and walk along the street,
Calling out, "Good Morning, Sir," to gentlemen I meet,
Ringing every door-bell all along my beat,
In my cap and uniform so very nice and neat.
Perhaps I'd have a parasol in case of rain or heat;
          But I wouldn't be a postman if . . . 
                    The walking hurt my feet.
                              Would you?