Mick never got any mail br he used to complain br and moan that he was br out of the loop br br His parents had fled br for parts unknown br and his brother br was somewhere br east of Suez br br Then one day at mail call br his name was called out loud br and he answered in kind br Mick was in luck he thought br no more a man bereft br of kith and kin most unkind br br He danced a jig all the way br around the whirlagig br delighting his mates br with a frolic most Celtic br legs askew tapping heels br and barely touching br toes to ground!br br Michael Pruchnickibr br