GOOD TIMES TO REMEMBER BY Amy Bryanton

In Nineteen seventy-four, Our dump looked pretty ’blue. I decided to. look after it, And see what I could do.

T he flies were taking over,

A rat was sitting up on a stand, They likely talked things over, About starting up a band.

I went and got some poison, And to the flies I fed.

I wondered what I ’d feed the rat, But in the morning he was dead.

I kind of thought that he would die, As he got some surprise.

He didn ’t get any worse than me, I couldn ’t believe my eyes.

So after that I cleaned the woods, And set up table and chairs, To accommodate the tourists,

And help them with their affairs.

In nineteen seventy-five, And in Nineteen seventy-six,

I planted shrubs and flo wers, And a lawn I fixed.

This is Nineteen seven ty-seven,

This year has been a change, Ever since the snow went,

Every second day it rained.

I am looking forward for next year, To have this dump looking good, And have my signs erected, Around the way they should.

Then the First of July came, The Boy Scouts were here.

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