..To be sung to the tune of
My Favourite Things
from The Sound of Music
Crisp bags in nettles and beer cans in bushes
Cigarette cartons and left over lunches
Little poo packages tied with a knot
These are a few things just left here to rot
But it won't rot
And the heath's here
For us all to roam
I simply wonder then why my fellow man
Just can't take his litter home !!!