Walking down a country lane,
What is it that I see?
Wild Blackberries cradling a pooper bag,
Oh dear, no dessert for tea.

You’ve put it in a plastic bag,
But why hang it on a bush?
You may think it’s clever,
But it’s not to the likes of us.

If it’s pooped it - bag it - bin it.
It’s such a simple task,
Next time you’re out with your dog, please,
Bag it and bin it fast.

While strolling through a country park,
Those wild fruits do look lush.
Elderberries, Sloes and pooper bag.
Left nurtured there in a bush.

Little Fido’s pooped it,
That’s what little dogs do.
Why leave it on the pathway,
For the likes of me and you.

What do they think will happen,
To the bags they’ve left for all?
Plastic drapes our countryside.
And maggots will creep and crawl.

Let’s feel the sand between our toes.
Let us walk along the shore,
Beach combing should be a pleasure,
Without another bag to endure.

Buster’s gone and done it again,
So please obey the rules.
Just put that bag in a Council bin,
Now your doggie and you are cool.

Anti social people,
Seem attracted to canine pets,
I’d have those morons all put down,
Let’s take them to the vets.

If it’s pooped it - bag it - bin it.
It’s such a simple task,
Next time you’re out with your dog, please,
Bag it and bin it fast.