| The Milk Man | |
| 481 | The milk man is a humble gent. |
| He barely speaks a sound. | |
| He wakes up early every morn | |
| to do his milky rounds. | |
| 485 | He’s not a business man like some. |
| He knows no politics. | |
| He picks up empty bottle crates; | |
| each one can carry six. | |
| One dawn the man was running late, | |
| 490 | the sun was peaking out. |
| He had two homes left on his list | |
| to finish his long route. | |
| When he approached the final house | |
| he picked up empty jars, | |
| 495 | replacing them with sweet white milk |
| and turning toward his cart. | |
| But as he was about to leave | |
| he heard a sudden click. | |
| The door flew wide, a girl inside | |
| 500 | coughed lightly on her fist. |
| When she was sure she had his ear | |
| she spoke this compliment: | |
| “Thank you for your kind services, | |
| your milk’s always so fresh!” | |
| 505 | The milk man heard her gratitude |
| but shied away at thanks. | |
| “Oh Miss, I just deliver milk | |
| in its completed state. | |
| Some other men do all the work. | |
| 510 | They milk and pasteurize, |
| then cleaners clean and bottlers cap | |
| and bosses supervise.” | |
| The girl responded with nice words: | |
| “You’re more than that, you know. | |
| 515 | Come back tomorrow at this time, |
| I promise you a show…” | |
| The milk man blankly stared at her, | |
| then turned around and left. | |
| He couldn’t help but wonder at | |
| 520 | whatever she had meant. |
| The next day he began his route. | |
| He walked through quiet dusk. | |
| Despite the young girl’s prophecy, | |
| the man would not grow fussed. | |
| 525 | And then the last house did appear. |
| All seemed as well it should. | |
| He picked up crates and dropped off milk, | |
| his job complete and good. | |
| But once again the portal creaked! | |
| 530 | Girl ushered milk man in. |
| The room contained the neighborhood – | |
| his clients, and all grinned. | |
| Miss Jacobs showed her prize bleu cheese. | |
| The baker shared his cakes. | |
| 535 | And yogurts, milk shakes, crème brûlée |
| were all placed on display. | |
| “You’re milk man, cheese man, cake man too,” | |
| the girl spoke gladly thus, | |
| “What you deliver every day | |
| 540 | contributes to so much.” |
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