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Little scraps of paper, / Little crumbs of food, / Make a room untidy, / Everywhere they're strewed.
Do you sharpen pencils, / Ever, on the floor?
What becomes of orange-peels / And your apple-core?
Can you blame your mother / If she looks severe.
When she says, "It looks to me / As if the Goops were here"?