Hail to those who carry messages -
The mobile phones, the postman’s van,
The carrier pigeon in the air
Or down on earth our own postman.
Our human lips, the letter box,
The Email via the internet,
The manufacturers of cards,
And telephone, please don’t forget.
The man who reads the evening news;
Our ears, our nose, our touch and sight.
News that’s passed along the street,
Or that which comes via satellite.
Hail to those who carry messages,
Who carry news from place to place.
God bless the ones who pass the words
Between millions in the human race.
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