That mailbox way out on the road

It's getting hard for me to walk

Due to my bad heart con-di-tion

There are days that I really balk.

I need some sort of trans-por-ta-tion

To that old mailbox I have to go

Some days, two treks I have to make

Must be someting I can do, I know!

If only I had some sort of "Scooter"

Designing one, I think I can

Doesn't have to be so fancy

Ideas in my head I'll scan.

At a garage sale I got an idea

I saw a "Scooter" that was discarded

So off to home I took my treasure

From JR, my treasure I guarded.

Out back, there's an old, old privet

Many a year its never been used

On the "Scooter" I shall fix it

Then to the mailbox, I'll have no excuse.