Was only a block of wood.

Was only a block of wood.

 

      Quoth he, "An exceedingly sultry day.

      T'is more like June than the first of May."

 

The post said never a word.

The post said never a word.

      "I've just dropped over from Lincolnshire.

      My home is in the Cathedral Spire—

      The air is cooler and purer the higher

 

You get—as you've doubtless heard."

You get—as you've doubtless heard."

 

      So on he chattered with never a stop,

      And on and on till you'd think he would drop.

 

(The post was dumb as your hat.)

(The post was dumb as your hat.)

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