Dirty Socks
My socks were very dirty,
So I washed them in the lake.
It wasn't long before
I knew I'd made a big mistake.
The water changed from clear to mud.
Then fumes began to rise.
And soon a cloud of air pollution
Covered up the skies.
When bullfrogs started croaking
And ducks began to quack,
Some campers started chanting,
"We want our clean lake back."
I've got a pile of dirty socks.
I'm in an awful bind.
I guess I'll have to bury them.
I hope the worms don't mind.
by Bruce Lansky
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