I'm your mailman,
Although my packages are much larger.
I work through rain, sleet, hail and snow
All kinds of weather.

I'm a hard worker,
I work long hours hauling my freight
I must be on time,
And not a minute late.

You don't know how much you depend on me.
I have all that you need,
From the tile in your bathroom
To the magazines that you read.

There's the food you put on your table,
And the table itself.
Film for pictures of your family,
And the frames they're in on your shelf.

Candy for Valentine's Day,
And in March it's anything green.
Fireworks for the 4th of July,
And costumes for Halloween.

November is time for turkey
And pumpkin pies
At Christmas I haul your little one's desires,
Wrappings and even the tree.

I'm rarely home,
Because I'm out on the road.
All across this grand nation,
Carrying all the different loads.

You've seen me many times,
Traveling across the countryside,
Bringing things you need,
To the town where you reside.

I know there are some bad apples,
Who gave us all a bad name,
But I implore you to judge us individually,
We aren't all the same.

When you sit down to watch fireworks,
Or open presents around the tree.
Remember you wouldn't have any of it,
If it wasn't for me.

I dearly miss my family.
Often for weeks I'm away.
I missed my son's Little League,
And my daughter's ballet.

Now I hope you'll think differently,
And wave "hi" when next we meet.
I'll be waving and blowing my horn,
For the little one in your back seat.