Thrilled to see kids around town picking up trash (recent article on boy’s valiant efforts to clean up his neighborhood) and molding murals to discourage local litterbugs (Heritage students creating creatures in clay). I, too, do daily rounds of trash pickup — a duty never done. Came up with this catchy rhyme in hopes it also may discourage “local litterbugs.”
Chip, Chip, Chipping Along
Like a trail of crumbs along the ground,
These little white chips can be found.
Where do they lead? Why are they there?
Pick them up and you will see,
They are quite familiar to you and me.
What’s up with this mess? Who’s left them here?
So many pieces mindlessly dropped.
Will they ever degrade? I think not.
What are they made of? Where are they from?
Put the pieces together and what do they form —
Styrofoam cups before they were torn.
Why do they do this? What purpose is served?
What must seem like fun is just plain wrong,
Yet these clueless fools go chipping along.
Refrain: Chip, chip, chipping along,
Down the sidewalk, into the gutter,
Out to the creek, up in bird’s beaks.
Can’t seem to stop it; why should we care, as
We go chip, chip, chipping along.