Don't

If you bring it here

You can take it back

The forest is not your dumping ground

How would you like to have 

Your playground turned into one?

So don't

I don't want excuses

It's empty, there's no rubbish bin

Simply don't

Drink if you must

Your Vic Bitter,

Coke and rhum,

Solo and other poisons

But leave the forest pristine 

Three bags full we collected

Of broken bottles and cans

Kind of ruined the walk, didn't it?

Don't throw your rubbish 

From your ute

It's not manly!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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