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THE DRUT PATROL.
I'm off to do the Drut Patrol with my bucket and my spade. Collecting little piles of stuff that my doggie, Flo, has made. I wish she'd learn to be more neat: Leave them all in just one place. It's embarrassing if I meet Any neighbours face to face. Can't stop to have a morning chat with this pail here in my hand, The contents of this bucket --- well --- The aroma's not so grand. "Why Drut Patrol?" I hear you ask, Stop and think what it would say: Spell it backwards --- you will see What I pick up every day! .
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