Monday, October 24, 2016
A Trash Mover
Marcus: (sung to the tune of ... I have no idea!)
Here I come walking down the street.
Leading Jan by the hand with two mismatched leash.
Throw it down, plastic bottle or can.
Take it back, I'll bite your hand.
I'm a trash mover, yes, a trash mover.
Whoo hoo, I'm a trash mover!
I can't believe how many people throw their trash down and keep going. Our walks are a gold mine of trash - and broken glass - but Jan will only allow me to move a plastic bottle from Point A to Point B. She said it keeps me out of other trouble. I have no idea what she's talking about.