Some postmen sit inside all day,
Giving lovely things away,
Packages and bundles tied
With the best of things inside,
And letters, too, all clean and white
They hand to you with great delight;
They like to sit there all the day
And give the pleasant things away.
But other postmen walk outside
Along the city far and wide;
They take the bundles that they give
And letters, too, out where you live;
They do not mind the walk at all,
They're pretty strong, and glad and tall;
Such pleasant things some people do,
They must be happy all day through.