In Woodshire's lanes, where the trees twist and twine,
Lives a postman named Mr. Pickles, divine!
With a cap on his head and a smile oh-so wide,
He delivers more joy than a rollercoaster ride.

Forty-five years he’s been on his way,
Since he was a lad, brightening each day.
His name came from pickles, his favorite delight,
Crunchy and tangy, oh what a sight!

The kids in the neighborhood giggle and cheer,
“Here comes Mr. Pickles! His laughter we hear!”
With letters in hand and...