The Garbage Guy

This garbage guy wears a bright, bright shirt
With the name of our town on his broad, broad back
And a wide brimmed hat that goes on just like that
And he whistles through his teeth and as he cleans up all the dirt.
Saying “Hi” to the girls who are all out running
He empties the bins on the stairs at the corner
Stopping to check out the sun that is rising
He whistles through his teeth as he cleans up the dirt.
See all his tools and gadgets and stuff for cleaning
That all help him clear up the streets and the paths
And he laughs with his friends as they sweep it all up
Every morning, every day – from dawn to dusk.