There is no other equal

To this sequel

Of the Mailbox Lady

We will call Shady

She comes outside

Looking for her ride

Eery minute

We have to grin it

She wears a coat

We have to gloat

It's ninety degree weather

Her names not "Heather"

It gives me a chill

Or just a funny thrill

Her shades go up ad down

Or all a around

All day long

Where's my silly song?

Is she crazy?

Or just  haxzy?

She runs inside

Just to hide

Here's her  ride

Oops she went insde again

An Clicked her mailbox, the end!