That was that

 Holly and Molly and Lolly and Tom

lived in a house with a dog and a cat

They were not very sure where the cat came from

but the dog was a puppy they found in a hat

- and that was that

Tomato sauce makes mi chips red

Young John from Northwich once said:

Some tomato sauce makes mi chips red

I ‘op up the street

eating chips with mi feet

an the chip tray goes into the flower bed

His mother said: Why do you do that?

And he said: You silly old bat

I'm not carryin’ it round

It looks nice on the ground

It wouldn't look nice as a hat

She took her brave John by the ear

You know all those rats that you fear

They thrive in your litter

Please don't think I'm bitter

..but this is a rubbish bin -  Here!!!

And see all those flowers in the flower bed

Your litter hides blue green and bright red

It wastes all the work

of the gardeners - you berk

Its an eyesore that kills plants stone dead

It spreads up the street and round town

and hides the church clock - where its blown

It hangs on the phone wire

and blows up much higher

You can go and collect it - you clown

Young John said: Eh Mam that's not fair

Its not all my rubbish out there

Mi friends chuck away

several bag loads a day

That's little Tom's coke can just there

And over the road there's a pony

eating polythene bags thrown by Tony

..and a bottle that broke

was thrown in by some bloke

in that flash car that Granddad's just shown me

His Mam said: You listen our John

Its time that this rubbish was gone

Go and round up the gang

Tom – Bob -Tony  - and Chang

..and Asil  - Jo  - Jane - and Yvonne

You can wear gloves and wellies and coats

Move the glass from the cows and the goats

Shift the bags from the sheep

Ask that girl in the Jeep

to stop throwing out boxes and notes

This town is a green Cheshire place

Every time that you litter this space

it smothers our pride

in this great countryside

Stop the litter..and Northwich is ace

They weren't very happy at first

but once they had cleared up the worst

they saw flowers and grass

so they asked their whole class

to put litter in bins

especially the chip tray

the coke can

the paper

the polythene bag

that might choke ponies dead

the glass that might break

to cut paws hooves and toes

the boxes and notes

and the junk that all floats

to stop time on the clock

right up in the steeple

then..choc full of pride..

at their litter-icide

they all burst

ka-boooom!!!

And as everyone knows ‘litter-icide’ is the killing of litter.

Twelve

When I was nearly twelve

We went to the senior school

And became very small fish

In a very big school

We worked very hard

At growing into big fish