Wise Sorting — Sanitation Worker's Song
- missato
- Sep 5
- 1 min read
Still hazy early morning, I start at five,
Quietly eat breakfast so no one wakes alive,
Hoping for a cloudy sky today,
Mountains of trash await us, maps memorized away.
“Good morning!” a greeting fresh and strong, our start-of-day gong!
Don’t tear it, don’t miss it, don’t let it scatter! Separation!
Boom ba-ba, Garbage Clean Fighter, two tons dumped at once,
Humming the truck’s melody — tru-la-ri-la-la, tru-la-ri-la-la.
Boom ba-ba, Garbage Clean Fighter, sort with care,
City shining clean, our pride fills the air — tru-la-ri-la-la, tru-la-ri-la-la.
Sh-sh-sh, through spring, summer, fall, winter I feel,
Whipping these knees, push through, it’s real.
(Alright, alright!) People coming from the left,
(Alright, alright!) Watch out, the juice might fly — safety first!
Squeeze the scraps! Follow the days! No food waste! Separation!
Boom ba-ba, Garbage Clean Fighter, two tons dumped at once,
Humming the truck’s melody — tru-la-ri-la-la, tru-la-ri-la-la.
Boom ba-ba, Garbage Clean Fighter, sort with care,
City shining clean, our pride fills the air — tru-la-ri-la-la, tru-la-ri-la-la.
If someone’s daily life keeps moving, we’re supported too,
So we’re here to help everyone through their days.
One, two, three, four!
Boom ba-ba, Garbage Clean Fighter, two tons dumped at once,
Humming the truck’s melody — tru-la-ri-la-la, tru-la-ri-la-la.
Boom ba-ba, Garbage Clean Fighter, sort with care,
City shining clean, our pride fills the air — tru-la-ri-la-la, tru-la-ri-la-la.

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