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Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Would not take the out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her daddy would scream and
She would not take the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, rottens
Chunks of sour cottage
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cream
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
Gloppy glumps of cold
Pizza crusts and greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of burned butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The garbage on down the hall
It raised the roof, it broke the
napkins, cookie crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane from green
blubbery macaroni
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold french and rancid meat
Yellow lumps of
At last the garbage reached so
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors away
And of her friends would come to play
And finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The reached across the state
New York to the Golden Gate
And there in the garbage she did
Poor Sarah met an awful
I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much to
The children remember Sarah
And take the yummy garbage out