I had a cat, <br />the cat had me, <br />a string of soap <br />and a mug for tea, <br />a 'walky talky' doll, <br />whoopee <br />and a piano <br />in our parlor. <br />I'd elastic bands <br />for a game we played <br />but I never <br />kicked an old tin can <br />for I never saw <br />tin cans. <br /> <br />I saw cigarette butts <br />and empty bottles. <br />I saw cold chips <br />and bits of trash, <br />I saw a dead rat <br />in our road <br />but I never saw <br />an old tin can. <br />No I never saw <br />an old tin can. <br /> <br />But now I know <br />he kicked tin cans <br />I'll spot a can <br />before I die <br />and when I do <br />and if I can <br />I'll kick a can <br />all down our lane. <br />Yeah, I'll kick can <br />for that dear man <br />and I'll be proud <br />I kicked a can, <br />yeah man.... <br />an old tin can.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-string-of-soap-an-ol-tin-can/
