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Sarah Cynthia Stout
not take the garbage out
She'd the pots and scrap the pans
the yams and spice the hams
And though her daddy scream and shout
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It cracked the window and the door
With bacon rinds and chicken
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
beans and tangerines
Crusts of black burned butter
Grisly of beefy roast
The rolled on down the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
from green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold french fries and rancid
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the moved away
And none of her friends come to play
And finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Said "Okay, I'll the garbage out"
of course it was too late
The garbage reached across the
From New York to the Golden
And there in the garbage she did
Sarah met an awful fate
That I cannot now relate
the hour is much to late
The children remember Stout
And always take the yummy out