Doesn’t know where she’s going, can’t walk a straight line,
Yet still she delivers your package on time.
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
Now you’re not really certain, but you’re pretty sure
That you’ve never met anypony like her.
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
The mare with the mail is so cheerful
The mare with the mail is so kind
The mare with the mail makes you fearful
That you’ll end up losing your mind
Every day, every night, she continues apace.
Sometimes she just stops and stares off into space
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
As she gets down to business and flits to and fro
You watch her, unseen, from the village below
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
The mare with the mail is so joyous
And sometimes she causes a mess
You’d like her to know who this boy is
And send her a note to confess
Unaware of her feelings, you just had to check
She came to your house and she nuzzled your neck
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
Her forelegs on your shoulders, a tear in her eye
She speaks to you softly: “I’m flattered, but why?”
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
The mare with the mail got your letter
She now knows that you love her, too
The mare with the mail feels much better
But still not as good as you do
So you tell her about all the things you find cute
Her eyes and her laugh, every last attribute
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
Then she calls you her muffin and gives you a smile
You take her inside to sit down for awhile
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
The mare with the mail makes you giddy
The mare with the mail makes you warm
One day she flew off toward the city
Ignoring the gathering storm
Oh, the rains, they came down and the thunder, it crashed
The winds, they did blow and the lightning, it flashed
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
On her way back to you, she was blown right off track
She fell to the ground with a sickening crack
She’s the mare with the mail and she loves you.
You run to her side in a tizzy
Your tears, they are falling like rain
“I just feel a little bit dizzy,”
She says with a smile through the pain
“There’s no reason to worry, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
I have to deliver this letter on time.
I’m the mare with the mail and I love you.”
She repeats her last words as she closes her eyes
One last bit of sentiment piercing the skies
“I’m the mare with the mail and I love you.”
That letter now sits on your table
One last gift from a lover and friend
The mare with the mail was still able
To get it to you in the end.