The Ballad Of Cedric...

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{spoken} In days of yore this quaint locale Was thought by its people more fair than foul Their lives the stuff of simple propriety But for a mild case of garbage anxiety With stories and songs the long hours were filled in And one was the stand-alone fave of the children: "Tell us the fable of waste that will move us; Tell us the story of Marion Früvous". The folks of Toronto, they had it all Paper thick as New York's and sushi on call Disposable cans of aerosol And no one in town seemed to mind at all Except for Marion Früvous. Somewhere along the dawn she creeps Where yuppies they drive Cherokee jeeps By PCB stashes and styrofoam heaps Hiding by walls where asbestos seeps Thus spake our Früvous: "Thrive as you may with extravagant ways Toronto, enjoy your disposable days One day you'll rot in your urban malaise" Said Marion Früvous, then she rode off again. Citizens cowered at Marion's threats Politicians lost votes and folks had regrets 'Cause the longer we wait the worser it gets And the Leafs' top defencemen has gone to the Jets "Whoa! Hey!" said Fruvous. "Thrive as you may with extravagant ways Toronto, enjoy your disposable days One day you'll rot in your urban malaise" Said Marion Fruvous, then she rode off again. My colleague and I have been talking this over for about a week and we think we have come up with a plan that is going to take care of the garbage problem. That's right, with our plan, Toronto will become the world-class, cosmopolitan city we keep calling it. We have got a plan, we have had some talks Have to put the garbage in a small blue box Fill it up with glass or fill it up with tin We'll recycle everything that they put in Take it to the curb on Wednesday Rest assured you're nature's friend People all around the world will have a blue box in the end. What a thing to do, love the colour blue! An end to all our troubles when the box comes through Recycling is here! There's nothing left to fear Etobicoke to Scarborough was set in gear Shelter for the poor and homeless Drugs and crime will soon be gone Pacify the population and purify the dawn! How peacefully Metro folk now slept But Marion sat by a curbside and wept Said "the program's a hoax; the stuff must be kept In a humongous pile 'til properly prepped 'Til the industries change, 'til we become adept At rejecting the junk that we've learned to accept" The words of Marion Früvous. "Thrive as you may with extravagant ways Toronto, enjoy your disposable days One day you'll rot in your urban malaise" Said Marion Früvous, then she rode off again.