GENERAL WASTE COMES TO TOWN
When General Waste first came to town
He brought a squad of others;
They came to clean us up and were
His military brothers.
They stand on corners, pavements edge,
In regimental fashion;
They’re smart and very business-like
And do their job with passion.
Intent on clearing up the streets
Of this, our unkempt town,
These sentinels of conscience stand
And scold us with their frown.
Receptacles of all our litter,
Thriving on our waste;
And if we dare to ignore them
They treat us with distaste.
They’ll tell the world of our disgrace
They’ll make sure we are booked,
And when the final reckoning comes
That won’t be overlooked.