儿童诗歌|Gabby, the Garbage Collector

I'm Gabby, the Garbage Collector.I pick up your garbage all year.It fills me with glee that you'd save it for me.Collecting's a thrilling career.I like to get bottles and boxes,banana peels, bedsprings and bags.I'm simply ecstatic with stuff from your attic^{1, like roasting pans, racquets and rags.Your coffee grounds give me the shivers.I cherish your chicken bones too.I'm over the moon about half-eaten prunes2,and moldy3 old vegetable stew4.I'm crazy for custard containers,and egg cartons brimming with shells.I love the corrosion5, decay and erosionand all of the glorious smells.Your half-empty packets of ketchup6,instill me with chills of delight.Just one rusted7 key or a broken CD,and swiftly my spirit takes flight.I have the most awesome8 as百度竞价推广blage.I treasure each tidbit and lump.You're welcome to see my collection for free;It's here on display at the dump.}