How dirty things can get
How grimy, how smelly, how wet
But she comes as a hero unsung
To whisper hope no matter how far flung
She sweetens my garbage dump
With a righteous sugar lump
My trial has run and she
Has done a job well done
Oh, how I sometimes pray in vain
For a friend who can make the sewer
Smell like rain.
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