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It's way past time to take that garbage out.
Ready! Set! Go! Get that garbage out, get
that garbage out of this house about... now!
Is this an oh so tidy bunch? Ever breathlessly set
on helping their mother, forever and four days
busier than forty four or more hives of bees out
with no sense of fuss and bother beset,
which we definitely entirely very well can all do without!
So help her gladly and plenty beaucoup?
Her house already is spotlessly clean.
So no need at all to do it anew!
Always an absolutely pristine clean scene to be seen!

Mom's made it a wing-dingy bash to do,
A game, you see, not a chore that's routine.
Easier than cooking up ducky duck soup.
So, you say, quite easy, as simple as pie.
Just like that! A snap of the fingers for you.
Said and done by a brash young guy
like the blind carpenter who
picked up his hammer and saw
just like that. No biggy like
picking up messes after you. Ha!

It's not that we're short-handed.
How many hands does it take?
For this? One cowhand, handed
A round-up job and a day's grubstake...
Though two-handed, one for him's enough.
Stage and deckhands with both hands?
Nah. With just one they're regular certified firebrands.

Tiny ones are teasers born.
Hold out their arms... "Take me, Dad."
Try it, and right off to their dear Momma they will turn.
Come to Daddy, make him glad.
Happy nods: in the affirmative.
Then, just one second later,
little heads vigorously shake "No, no, no. Negative."

|:Five giggling little girls
suddenly their dear old Dad surround;
Their curls unfurl, skirts twirl, his head swirls.
Such ado! Some tomfoolery newfound?
Five little imps loudly shout:
"Friday morning's again come around.
It's time to take the garbage out!":|