The Story of the
Trash Can Kids
Welcome, young friend, to the coolest of clubs,
Forget about staying perfectly clean in the tubs!
Turn off the quiet and turn up the noise,
This is the home for all wild girls and boys.
Meet Slo-Mo Joe, who sits deep in his chair,
With cheese-puff dust styling his messy brown hair.
He enters the game zone and fuses right in,
A beanbag-boy warrior who plays for the win!
Look out the front window for Wi-Fi-ing Wyatt,
She walks blindly backward and never sits quiet!
With eyes on her tablet and hair standing tall,
She’s hunting for signal right over the wall!
And here is neat Umar, who’s opening boxes,
With speed that can rival the quickest of foxes.
He hugs his rare sneakers with tears in his eyes,
While wearing two boxes of tissues as shoes of surprise!
Then right at the table sits brave Spicy Sonya,
With peppers so hot they will surely out-run ya!
One bite makes her mouth launch a rocket of flame,
But she just laughs out loud—it’s her favorite game.
We’re messy, we’re loud, and we’re beautifully bright,
We turn every ordinary day into a wild cartoon sight.
So pick out your t-shirt and scan your club pass,
Welcome to the family—now go step on some grass!