Let’s pick up all the trash,
all the soft drink cans,
all the empty packets
left behind by lazy hands.
There’s garbage in the bush,
and rubbish by the road,
and on every beach
there’s more trash by the load.
What kind of careless people
leave all their mess behind?
I think I’d like to see them
well and truly fined!
I will do my part —
and with help from you —
we’ll make sure Australia
always looks brand-new.
Image from Pixabay
Our garbage man comes once a week
To empty out our bin,
He takes away everything
That Mum and Dad put in.
I wonder if he looks inside
To see what we’ve thrown out.
(All my worn out underpants
Would make him scream and shout!)
All our rotten vegies,
All our stinky cheese,
All the food that has expired,
Travels on the breeze.
No wonder he speeds off each week,
He doesn’t hang around.
With so much putrid garbage,
His wheels don’t touch the ground!
Australian Children’s Poetry 