For every parcel I stoop down to seize br I lose some other off my arms and knees, br And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, br Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once br Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. br With all I have to hold with hand and mind br And heart, if need be, I will do my best. br To keep their building balanced at my breast. br I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; br Then sit down in the middle of them all. br I had to drop the armful in the road br And try to stack them in a better load.