On a bicycle made of ice
He made his way across the desert
Bundled up in woolens to stay warm
Losing track of time and distance as he pedaled
It was the autumn of a long year
The first frost had long since made way for the tenth
His nerves were steady as he neared the castle
For he knew well his superior position
Suddenly a havalina sprinted alongside him
And asked if he had gum to spare
The man drew a bead upon the pig and fired
Spilled his blood on the side of the trail
Nothing would deter this messenger
The letter in his charge safely tucked into his coat
The words upon the paper had no meaning for him
His mission wasn't comprehension it was delivery
All honor to this tireless facilitator
For his efforts to convey the thoughts of others
When the missive was received by the intended
He gratefully pocketed two-bits for his deed
Oh...the message was a request for a calzone, with sausage
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