Mouldy bread and fishes head,
paper shapes, up-eaten grapes,
a piece of stone and a pick of rock,
something that used to be
a grandfather-clock
and somethin' else like a beer-can,
all put into Aunty Mary's trashcan.
Old tin-cans there by the score,
a rusty pins counts three times more,
a bottle of perfume and a bar of soap,
empty bottles all labeled "dope",
and something that looks like
a tin of tin pan,
all put into Aunty Mary's trashcan.
Not much room for anything else,
a broken vase that fell off the shelve,
a bit of this and a li'l bit of that,
the bones of a bird eaten by her cat.
Too many things with colours rich odd ran,
all put into Aunty Mary's trashcan.
paper shapes, up-eaten grapes,
a piece of stone and a pick of rock,
something that used to be
a grandfather-clock
and somethin' else like a beer-can,
all put into Aunty Mary's trashcan.
Old tin-cans there by the score,
a rusty pins counts three times more,
a bottle of perfume and a bar of soap,
empty bottles all labeled "dope",
and something that looks like
a tin of tin pan,
all put into Aunty Mary's trashcan.
Not much room for anything else,
a broken vase that fell off the shelve,
a bit of this and a li'l bit of that,
the bones of a bird eaten by her cat.
Too many things with colours rich odd ran,
all put into Aunty Mary's trashcan.