Take it Home
Take it Home
Mum and Dad and all the kids
And picnic basket winging
Far away from city sounds
To fields where birds were singing
They took along some pizzas
And some take-away boxes
Drinks in plastic and in cans
With scraps to feed the foxes
Oh, what a fine time they all had
“Awesome” they were crying.
Then left for home much lighter now
All their rubbish lying.
Please come, enjoy the rural scene
The flowers and fresh air
But please take all your rubbish home
To dump it isn’t fair.
T.Gardner…..22/5/21
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