Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out
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She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams
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And though her parents would scream and shout
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She simply would not take the garbage out
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And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato peelings
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Brown bananas and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese
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It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the door
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With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of icecream cones
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Prone pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat meal
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Pizza crust and withered greens soggy beans and tangerines
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Crust of black burned buttered toast gristly bits of beefy roast
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The garbage rolled on down the hall it raised the roof it broke the walls
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I mean greesy napkins cookie crumbs blobs of gooey bubble gum
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Cellophane from old baloney rubber blubbry macaroni
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Peanut butter caced and dry curdled off milk and crusts of pie
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Ridy melons dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon custard
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Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow lumps of cream of wheat
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Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that finally it touched the sky
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And none of her friends would come to play and all the neighbors moved away
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And finally Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout said okay I'll take the garbage out
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But then of course it was too late the garbage reached across the state
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From New York to the Golden Gate and there in the garbage she did hate
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Poor Sahra met an awful fate then I cannot right now relate
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Because the hour is much too late
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But children remember Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out
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Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out
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| Shel Silverstein |
