Well I was having lunch, and When out on the road there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The sun on the breast of the new-fallen dew Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects of new, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a little brown truck, I knew in a moment I was in luck. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Ups. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Unloaded the 2 Bators then turned with a jerk, He sprang to his truck, and let out a big whistle, And away he flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Hatching to all, and to all a good-night."