Kaiju Paradise

This is the Night mail crossing the border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich , Letters for the poor, The shop at the corner and the girl next door, (}4x) Past cotton-grass and the moorland boulder, Shoveling the White steam over her shoulder, snorting noizily as she passes, Silent miles of wind-bent grasses, Birds turn their heads as she approaches, Stare from the bushes at her Blank-faced coaches, Sheep-dogs`s cannot turn her course they Slumber on with paws across. (}2x) (REPEAT)