Slide 1: SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT Would Not Take The Garbage Out by Shel Silverstein
Slide 2: Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out!
Slide 3: She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams,
Slide 4: And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out.
Slide 5: And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
Slide 6: It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the windows and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Slide 7: Drippy ends of ice cream cones, Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Slide 8: Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts...
Slide 9: The garbage rolled on down the hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall...  
Slide 10: Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Globs of gooey bubble gum, Cellophane from green baloney,
Slide 11: Rubbery bulbbery macaroni, Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled mild and crusts of pie,
Slide 12: Moldy melons, driedup mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Slide 13: Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. AT last the garbage reached so high That finally it touched the sky.
Slide 14: And all the neighboors moved away, And none of her friends would come to play. And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
Slide 15: "OK, I'll take the garbage out!" But then, of course, it was too late...
Slide 16: The garbage reached across the state, From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Slide 17: Poor Sarah met an awful fate, that I cannot right now relate.
Slide 18: Because the hour is much too late.
Slide 19: But children, remember Sarah Stout….
Slide 20: And always take the garbage out.