Trash, Throw away, toss
Until the whole world is lost
But wait! There’s no such thing as junk
Only magical sustainable funk
There’s an anonymous invisible army
Finding rubber, glass and metal
For creating amazing creatures
That bark, buzz and pedal
Ritch, Ellery, Anna and Goober
Do the making schtick
In a well worn fixit station
Not far from Schaawe crick
Just as the leaves grow go and grow again
And water falls, flys and falls
Adhoc animals come to life
And sound thier secret calls
They speak to us of future
They remind us of the past
They help us pay attention
And of course, they makes us laugh