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Psst! I'll tell you a secret; did you know trucks dream? Some want to be bigger, or stronger, or gleam. While others their speed they would like to increase, And some trucks would happily serve with police.

Psst! I'll tell you a secret; did you know trucks dream? Some want to be bigger, or stronger, or gleam. While others their speed they would like to increase, And some trucks would happily serve with police.

Through rose-colored headlights they see other cars, Comparing themselves like a stone to the stars. For one little Mail Truck, such was the sad case; He craved to exist in a semi-truck's place.

Through rose-colored headlights they see other cars, Comparing themselves like a stone to the stars. For one little Mail Truck, such was the sad case; He craved to exist in a semi-truck's place.

"They must feel so mighty," he softly would say And watched as they honked at the cars in their way. "To be so important, with mountainous freight, A semi-truck's value is priceless and great.

"They must feel so mighty," he softly would say And watched as they honked at the cars in their way. "To be so important, with mountainous freight, A semi-truck's value is priceless and great.

I am just a mail truck; I know that's not much. So I'll just deliver my letters and such." Then one day that mail truck, while driving his route, Pulled up to a house, when a woman ran out.

I am just a mail truck; I know that's not much. So I'll just deliver my letters and such." Then one day that mail truck, while driving his route, Pulled up to a house, when a woman ran out.

"Oh, Mail Truck," she said, holding out a small box, "I must send my mother this package of socks. I know it's not grand, without wrapping or cover. But it still will warm her and show her I love her."

"Oh, Mail Truck," she said, holding out a small box, "I must send my mother this package of socks. I know it's not grand, without wrapping or cover. But it still will warm her and show her I love her."

"This much I can do," little Mail Truck replied, I'll carry your package and love to her side.” So with a small honk and a flash of his lights, That Mail Truck turned off with his eyes on new sights.

"This much I can do," little Mail Truck replied, I'll carry your package and love to her side.” So with a small honk and a flash of his lights, That Mail Truck turned off with his eyes on new sights.

He bounced over ridges and zoomed over dips, Eyes peeled for the semi-trucks making their trips. All honking and revving, he saw them storm by, All looking like kings, reaching tall as the sky. "They must be so busy," he said, feeling blue, "But ma

He bounced over ridges and zoomed over dips, Eyes peeled for the semi-trucks making their trips. All honking and revving, he saw them storm by, All looking like kings, reaching tall as the sky. "They must be so busy," he said, feeling blue, "But mail trucks bring letters so that's what I'll do."

Around the next turn went that little Mail Truck And found a young mom in a spot of bad luck. A babe in one arm, looking ready to cry, She knelt by a toddler who sniffled nearby.

Around the next turn went that little Mail Truck And found a young mom in a spot of bad luck. A babe in one arm, looking ready to cry, She knelt by a toddler who sniffled nearby.

"I am just a mail truck, but I'll help him smile." And with a small beep Mail Truck drove up with style. Start spinning your wheels, let the light show begin! He kept his lights flashing until that boy grinned.

"I am just a mail truck, but I'll help him smile." And with a small beep Mail Truck drove up with style. Start spinning your wheels, let the light show begin! He kept his lights flashing until that boy grinned.

Shrill laughs filled the air with his mom smiling bright. "Oh, thank you, sweet Mail Truck. You've made it all right." A flicker of hope lit inside the truck's mind. "I can't lift great loads, but I can still be kind."

Shrill laughs filled the air with his mom smiling bright. "Oh, thank you, sweet Mail Truck. You've made it all right." A flicker of hope lit inside the truck's mind. "I can't lift great loads, but I can still be kind."

The Mail Truck sped onward; who's that down the street? Who else but the mother he'd set out to meet. "Thank goodness you're here," she said, hugging her coat, "I'm hoping you might have a message or note.

The Mail Truck sped onward; who's that down the street? Who else but the mother he'd set out to meet. "Thank goodness you're here," she said, hugging her coat, "I'm hoping you might have a message or note.

I’ve been very sick and I’ve been all alone. I quite miss my daughter; we just use the phone. I wish she were here. I would hold her so tight, Like when, as a baby, she'd cry in the night."

I’ve been very sick and I’ve been all alone. I quite miss my daughter; we just use the phone. I wish she were here. I would hold her so tight, Like when, as a baby, she'd cry in the night."

Then Mail Truck pulled out that gift sent with such care; The joy in her eyes became too much to bear. Wet tears streaked her cheeks as she opened that box. “Oh thank you, dear friend! These are heaven-sent socks.”

Then Mail Truck pulled out that gift sent with such care; The joy in her eyes became too much to bear. Wet tears streaked her cheeks as she opened that box. “Oh thank you, dear friend! These are heaven-sent socks.”

The small Mail Truck beeped, always humble and kind, As pictures of semi-trucks drove through his mind. "I know I’m not special; I just bring the mail. But I'll do my job, both in sunshine and hail."

The small Mail Truck beeped, always humble and kind, As pictures of semi-trucks drove through his mind. "I know I’m not special; I just bring the mail. But I'll do my job, both in sunshine and hail."

The woman smiled gently. "What more could I need? You've done to my daughter and me a great deed. At my age, my body will cough, creak, and groan But my greatest pain comes from being alone.

The woman smiled gently. "What more could I need? You've done to my daughter and me a great deed. At my age, my body will cough, creak, and groan But my greatest pain comes from being alone.

These socks, bought with nothing but nickels and dimes, Remind me that love lights the darkest of times." The mail truck was shocked; could it really be true? Could he, as a mail truck, be needed here too?

These socks, bought with nothing but nickels and dimes, Remind me that love lights the darkest of times." The mail truck was shocked; could it really be true? Could he, as a mail truck, be needed here too?

For years he'd watched semi-trucks, cargoes in tow, And thought his light loads made his own value low. But how would it be if we all were the same? And how would she feel if these socks never came?

For years he'd watched semi-trucks, cargoes in tow, And thought his light loads made his own value low. But how would it be if we all were the same? And how would she feel if these socks never came?

Those big trucks are great but, he thought, I am too! We both help the world with the things that we do. A semi-truck's load or a little boy's grin Both add so much good to this world we live in.

Those big trucks are great but, he thought, I am too! We both help the world with the things that we do. A semi-truck's load or a little boy's grin Both add so much good to this world we live in.

"I thought, as a Mail Truck, I didn't mean much, But I didn't see all the lives that I touch. We can't all be semi-trucks; that's true," he said, "But beautiful rainbows can't only be red. If we all existed in only one hue, Then we would miss havin

"I thought, as a Mail Truck, I didn't mean much, But I didn't see all the lives that I touch. We can't all be semi-trucks; that's true," he said, "But beautiful rainbows can't only be red. If we all existed in only one hue, Then we would miss having a ME and a YOU."

So on went that Mail Truck, a sweet little car, To bring Hope and spread love to all as they are. At last he feels happy, now peaceful and free, And lives, just as we can, content just to be.

So on went that Mail Truck, a sweet little car, To bring Hope and spread love to all as they are. At last he feels happy, now peaceful and free, And lives, just as we can, content just to be.