I am feeling so much better now that
The postman has handed me that letter
The postie is number one – loved by all.

The love of my kinfolk I keep to myself
The news from home I share with friends
Mail to Vietnam was post free

Letters from our families and friends
Tell us of the normal lives
We left behind
Football and cricket scores
A new baby born, graduation balls.

The postal strike cause some delays
To beer and food supplies
I cannot eat the cake mum baked
It’s way too far past its use-by date.

In the distance, someone shouts
‘When I get home I’ll punch a postie.’
And the second grunt replies ‘I’ll wallop a wharfie.’
The postie sinks from number one to ten.