Do you know the postman?
Has he been on by?
With a bag of letters
That says when you will die.
No, he’s not the normal man
Who brings the mail around.
This postman is a shadow
And floats inches off the ground.
He delivers pretty parchment
With fresh wax seals.
He’ll leave it on your doorstep
Then turn on his heels.
So if you see this postman
There’s nothing you can do.
He’ll only give the letter,
He won’t actually harm you.
But are you brave to open
The post that tells your doom?
I’m sure the postman understands
That he dispatches gloom.