If you know Giggle forest,

You should look for an oak.

Find a hole in the ground,

Get a stick and then poke.

But please, don’t poke too hard,

Else you’ll give her a scare,

Because deep in the hole,

Trixie Pixie lives there.

She has lived there for years,

Since the world first began.

Before Dinosaurs, monkeys,

Women and man.

She always wears dresses,

Of pink, green and blue

She’s got a huge wardrobe

Everyday something new.

She spends most the time

Playing games, having fun

From the early morn rising,

To the eve’s setting sun

But when she’s not playing,

She collects all the litter.

That blows in the wind,

Whether it warm or whether it bitter.

With all of the things,

That she finds on her travels.

From the old empty cans,

To wool jumpers, unravelled.

Then she takes them all home

And then find a new use

Of all the worlds rubbish,

That we all should reduce.

For, example, glass bottles,

That contains all our drinks,

She collects them, and then says

“What new use do I think?”

“For this empty old bottle,

All its contents now drunk,

And those silly big humans,

They just think that it’s junk”

“But, it’s not and I’ll prove it,

Just think, what can it be?

I know, a new window,

Through which I can see”

“And these wrappers I’ve found,

All the chocolate now gone,

I can turn into curtains,

They can block out the sun”.

“But I wish that those people

Would do what I do,

And take all the old things,

And make something new”

“Cause my house in the oak,

Well, it isn’t that big

And to bury the rubbish,

Then all day I’d just dig”

“I’d have no time for playing

No more days having fun,

I’d collect all the litter,

My work never done”

So, I’m hoping you read this,

Praying you understand

Just dispose of your rubbish,

And give trixie a hand.