You think there’s nothing left,
So you neglect to take care of it,
When tomorrow you finally decide,
To pick it up and give it a shake,
You feel something still inside.

But you pour it down the drain,
(It’s been ignored too long,
Left out all night to sour and rot),
And as you do, you realize too late,
There was more left than you thought.

You know it’s such a waste
Of what, at one time, filled it up,
Now emptied, left with just a trace,
You throw it in the garbage can,
Recycling’s so hard to embrace.