..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 !!!