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You Gonna Eat That?

The crumbs on the table sit and wait
To be brushed away is their fate
Regrettably they fell off the plate
No worries now it is too late

He wipes them away with moist rag
Tosses them aimlessly into a bag
About careless people he has to nag
Stench of garbage causes him to gag

The bag is picked up by a man with a hump
It started small just a little lump
Garbage truck crushes bag with hydraulic pump
Escorted away to the city dump

Birds peck through garbage at the dump for dinner
Little one squawks found the crumbs she's a winner
Her small body couldn't get much thinner
Getting cold time to head south for the winter

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