Shel Silverstein Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out Lyrics

Oh Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out
She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams
And though her parents would scream and shout
She simply would not take the garbage out
And so it piled up to the ceilings coffee grounds potato peelings
Brown bananas and rotten peas chunks of sour cottage cheese
It filled the can it covered the floor it cracked the windows and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones drippy ends of ice cream cones
Prune pits peach pits orange peel gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal
Pizza crust and withered greens soggy beans and tangerines
Crust of black burned b___ered toast gristly bits of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on down the hall it raised the roof it broke the walls
I mean greasy napkins cookie crumbs blobs of gooey bubble gum
Cellophane from old baloney rubbery blubbry macaroni
Peanut b___er caked and dry curdled milk and crusts of pie
Rotting melons dried up mustard eggs shells mixed with lemon custard
Cold french fries and rancid meat yellow lumps of cream of wheat
Uuh at last the garbage reached so high that finally it touched the sky
And none of her friends would come to play and all the neighbors moved away
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said okay I'll take the garbage out
But then of course it was too late the garbage reached across the state
From New York to the Golden Gate and there in the garbage she did hate
Poor Sarah met an awful fate then I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late
But children remember Sylvia Stout and always take the garbage out