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Sarah Sylvia Stout
Would not the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and the pans
Candy the yams and spice the
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it up to the ceilings
grounds, potato peelings
Brown bananas, peas
of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it the floor
It cracked the and blocked the door
With rinds and chicken bones
Drippy ends of ice cream
Prunes pits, peach pits, peel
glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy beans and
Crusts of black burned toast
Grisly bits of roast
The rolled on down the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, cookie
Glops of bubble gum
from green bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
milk and crusts of pie
Moldy melons, up mustard
Egg shells mixed lemon custard
french fries and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At last the reached so high
finally it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her friends come to play
And finally Sarah Sylvia Stout
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out"
Then of course it was too
The garbage reached the state
From New to the Golden Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I cannot right now
Because the hour is much to
The children remember Stout
And take the yummy garbage out