Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout

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She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans,
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Cook the yams and spice the hams,
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And though her parents would scream and shout,
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She simply would not take the garbage out.
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And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
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Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
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It filled the can, it covered the floor,
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It cracked the window and blocked the door
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With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
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Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
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Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines,
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Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
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The garbage rolled on down the hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
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Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Blobs of gooey bubble gum,
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Cellophane from old baloney, Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
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Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
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At last the garbage reached so high That finally it touched the sky.
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And none of her friends would come to play. And all the neighbors moved away,
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
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But then, of course, it was too late. The garbage reached across the state,
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From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate,
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Poor Sarah met an awful fate, That I cannot now relate
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Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout
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And always take the garbage out!

This was a difficult one to tab, as the guitar part was fairly quiet.