Valentine’s Day in Queen Creek, Arizona

The worst thing they ever gave me was a mailbox.
I hit it with a hammer, to fix it.

Bang bang bang
There I go, fixing it.
Bang bang bang

Secret missions from the box? No.
No secret missions from the box. Not yet.
Mailbox doesn’t sprout mail. Broken.
Even after the bang bang bang.
The bang bang bang, everyday. Broken.

Look! My bare feet on the concrete slab
Heel and toe, heel and toe
Where the zoom cars go,
Heel and toe, heel and toe

Look! My bare feet on the concrete slab
Heel and toe, heel and toe
Where the zoom cars go,
Heel and toe, heel and toe

Step, step, step
There I go
Step, step, step
There I go
where the zoom cars go
Step, step, step

The mailbox! This poem!
In the mailbox, the mailbox,
Santa’s Elves are there, in the mailbox
working for Cupid now,
in the mailbox, working for cash
working in my mailbox,
the worst thing they ever gave me.

Hammers going ding-ding.
Ding-ding all the time. Ding-ding.
In the nighttime, in the daytime
In the mailbox going ding-ding.

It’s the ding-ding Headquarters for the elves now:
The ding-ding War Room,
The ding-ding Center of Operations
The ding-ding Vatican,

The elves are there in the mailbox,
going ding-ding,
The King of Elves Himself
working and humming
working and humming
working and humming in the mailbox,
going ding-ding
going ding-ding
going ding-ding
and working and humming and
going ding-ding
going ding-ding
going ding-ding in the mailbox.

They hide when I open the mailbox,
act like an empty mailbox
when I go step step step
step step step to the mailbox
step step step,
bare feet on the concrete slab
step step step,
where the zoom cars go,

A Lookout Elf gives the cry,
"Ya-honk! Ya-honk! Ya-honk!"
Three times, one two three, just like that-
"Ya-honk! Ya-honk! Ya-honk!"

Poof! the elves are now an empty mailbox.

And that’s Valentine’s Day.
That’s Valentine’s Day for sure.