Monday; a work day, which means I'm home alone
Inside, feeling lonely, nibbling on a chicken bone
Shouldn't have this, I know, but I got into the trashcan
There's nothing else to do; no one here to say, "that's rash, man!"
Ears prick up; now excited, I hear a familiar sound
Rush quickly to the window, but the red car lets me down
Mister Mailman should surely be coming by soon...
Although, I wonder: will it be 'fore or after noon?
I want to go and greet him; I want to say-- Oh!
Lo and behold, there he is! Right on his way-o!
Meet me, Mister Mailman! Through the door I'm charging-- WHY
ARE YOU RUNNING?! GET BACK HERE! I JUST WANT TO SAY HI!!
Not a dog by the way...
