Hide Your Bottles
If you feel inclined to chuck
- All your rubbish and your muck
- In the little stream a-flowing
past your door,
- Check the impulse – think again,
- For with all our might and main
- We have tidied up the gurgling
streamlet’s shore.
- When we came back from our tramps
- Dad had cleaned all the lamps
- And Dave had soldered damaged
kitchenware.
- Mum had tidied up the store
- And done odd jobs galore
- While dad made safe the broken
front door stair.
- When you come to Betts’s
Camp
- Follow well our good examp.
- Burn or bury all your rubbish and
your tins.
- Scrub the tables, sweep the
floor,
- Leave it neater than before,
- And hide your bottles as you
would your sins.
- Kath McKay
- “The Sydney Bushwalker”
- January 1941
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