Basket

The bedframe springs had sprung off, And the bicycle had a crooked wheel, And the mattress had gone to sleep, And the broken bench had a street appeal, And the basket sat on the dryer, And the old suitcase had seen better days, Like the worn out fan and the TV set, And the torn up toys and the ravaged games, That nobody wants to use, Because the kids had gone away, And the spare room needs a clear out, So all of this stuff is on display, At the bulk kerbside collection, When everything gets dumped in a heap, The cabinet rests without its drawers, In front of every house on every street. Yep the basket has died with the dryer, The basket died with the dryer, The basket died with the dryer, The basket Died.