Shel Silverstein - Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out lyrics

Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams And though her parents would scream and shout She simply would not take the garbage out And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato peelings Brown bananas and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of icecream cones Prone pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oat meal Pizza crust and withered greens soggy beans and tangerines Crust of black burned bu*tered toast gristly bits of beefy roast The garbage rolled on down the hall it raised the roof it broke the walls I mean greesy napkins cookie crumbs blobs of gooey bubble gum Cellophane from old baloney rubber blubbry macaroni Peanut bu*ter caced and dry curdled off milk and crusts of pie Ridy melons dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon custard Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow lumps of cream of wheat Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that finally it touched the sky And none of her friends would come to play and all the neighbors moved away And finally Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout said okay I'll take the garbage out But then of course it was too late the garbage reached across the state From New York to the Golden Gate and there in the garbage she did hate Poor Sahra met an awful fate then I cannot right now relate Because the hour is much too late But children remember Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out