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Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the and scrap the pans
Candy the yams and the hams
And though her would scream and shout
She would not take the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
Coffee grounds, potato
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of cottage cheese
It the can it covered the floor
It the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and bones
Drippy of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, peach pits, orange
Gloppy glumps of cold
crusts and withered greens
Soggy and tangerines
of black burned butter toast
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, crumbs
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane green bologna
blubbery macaroni
Peanut caked and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed with lemon
Cold french fries and rancid
lumps of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
That it touched the sky
All the neighbors away
And none of her friends come to play
And Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Said "Okay, take the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage reached the state
New York to the Golden Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor Sarah met an fate
That I right now relate
Because the is much to late
The children remember Sarah
And always take the garbage out