The Night Dasher
The Dasher all dressed ready
Delivering snacks to the many
Leaving in the night
Serving those willing to pay the price
Hurrying through dinner and out the door
Hoping he can make some more
The streets are dark, the traffic light
As he dashes through the night
No doorbells, knocking or people to see
Just leave on the doorstep and text me
Tips are large, tips are small
Happy to get them all
Missing his bed, wife and dogs
He is out there giving to the cause
Driving from store to store
Running from door to door
This is definitely not a job for the weak
As you hardly get any sleep
Dash Away, Dash Away All
Dash Away, Dash Away to the next call
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