In the Mail

Sownso mailed herself to herself
And travels now for free.
No post office has found her yet
To complete delivery.

Through snow, rain, heat and gloom of night
Worked mail women and men,
They looked everywhere outside that box
But never once peeked in.

At last they quit and returned to sender
So she travels still for free,
For they can’t find her the opposite route
As I’m sure you already see.

Sownso’s a pioneer, though not all agree.
Whatever people have to say
She’ll never stop to hear a word,
She’s forever on her way.