The Pillar Box

The pillar box is fat and red, The pillar box is high; It has the flattest sort of head And not a nose or eye, But just one open nigger mouth That grins when I go by.

The pillar box is very round But hungry all the day; Although it doesn’t make a sound, Folks know it wants to say, “Give me some letter sandwiches To pass the time away.”

“A postage stamp I like to eat Or gummy letterette.” I see the people on the street, If it is fine or wet, Give something to the greedy thing; They never quite forget.

The pillar box is quite a friend When Father goes away, My Mother has such lots to send, Fat letters every day, And so I drop them in its mouth When I go out to play.