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Litterbug, Litterbug, shame on you. Look at the terrible things you do.

Littering, cluttering every place. Why, but it's disgraceful.

Litterbug, Litterbug, where's your pride?

Making a mess in the countryside.

Falling and falling, each lovely view.

Shame, oh, shame on you. It really makes one wonder what kind of house you keep.

On every door, the world is yours. Personal property, you've got the rest.

Little bug, little bug, don't you care.

People must mind you everywhere.

Cleaning up places that you've gone to. Little bug, no shame on you.

In the war that we wage against pests, modern science, of course, never

rests.

The mosquito.

we're told, now is largely controlled through oil.

Sprayed on swamps, it infests.

The boll weevil, relentlessly lusting, succumbs to a chemical dusting.

And where the termite carouses, we fumigate houses with gases it finds most

disgusting. Still, we have no cause to be smug.

We've invented no poison nor drug to settle the score with one pest we abhor

and contemptibly call litterbug.

This strange wingless pest we berate was unwisely endowed its one trait.

With claw -like transmitters, it holds, tears, and litters.

On weekends, three times its own weight.

Of their habits, this much science knows.

They stay dormant through seasons of snows, behind walls that are thick, made

wood or of brick, in their nests built in parallel rows.

They emerge in great numbers in spring, and at once start to scamper and sing.

They take pride in their labors, competing with neighbors engaged in the

same thing.

Although proudly, each strives to maintain an immaculate private domain,

each one another throws trash on its brother is a paradox none can explain.

Now, as to the types of litter bugs, most common, the unconscious

carrier.

uses the drop or the pop and drop. It possesses no

brain for a barrier.

And when virus -inflicted, its litter is carelessly tossed.

And when tobacco -addicted, its trail is not easily lost.

Flamboyant and raiment is always loaded.

Four -littering entertainment.

Drop -kicking.

A well -placed... Drives

that are clicking.

A javelin stunt.

A four -litter man.

Now the sneak bug is a... is a sneak.

Methods polished to perfection.

Some so smooth in technique they defy human detection.

Well, it's impossible to follow the sleight of hand action unless we slow

that action a fraction.

The young are harmless, lovable creatures till their inborn instincts

they show their obnoxious features.

Though receiving no formal training, they achieve amazing results, constantly

striving and straining to be as objectionable as the adults.

Summertime is migration time, and litterbugs swarm in veritable legions,

thousands upon thousands.

Moving on to other regions.

Oh, a frightening experience to be caught in their path.

The swarm consists of two species, so science teaches.

One plagues mountains.

The other infests beaches.

The beach bug is attracted by the sparkling white sands and oceans

And here it indulges in its favorite pastimes.

Eating and littering.

Beach bugs are not nocturnal. At sundown, they instinctively return to

habitations.

Archaeologists have unearthed these evidences of previous migrations.

The mountain bug is drawn to woodland splendor, where nature's at her best.

Here, it establishes a temporary nest.

In the crisp mountain air, its appetite is far from retarded. It eats anything

from containers that can be easily discarded.

Little bug.

Little bug.

Litterbug, shame on you. Look at the terrible things you do.

Littering, guttering every place.

My, but it's disgraceful.

Litterbug, Litterbug, where's your pride?

Making a mess of the countryside.

Spawning and sorting each lovely pew.

Shame, oh, shame on you.

It really makes one wonder what kind of house you keep.

On every tour of the world is your personal garbage heap. You.

that you've gone to. Little bug, shame on you.

Little bug, shame on you.

Little bug.

Little bug.

Oh, shame on you.