Little Steel Can Men
This morning I woke up with a plan
You can change the world, they say,
So I recycled a Little Can.
I threw it into the blue bin and sent it on its way.
You may say, “It’s no big deal.
You can’t have that much glory!”
But before you tell me how to feel,
Listen to Little Can’s story.
Little Can started on its exploration
As a can of red tomato soup
Its contents went through assimilation.
Then it was cleaned and free of slimy red goop.
Thrown to the bright blue bin,
And dumped in a rolling bucket
Where the air was narrow and thin.
Then came a truck, and as it carried up, some other recyclables struck it.
At the recycling center, they were sorted and sorted.
Can saw some glass pieces of an old broken dish.
Once into piles, they were ported and ported.
Our little can met another who once carried tuna fish.
Placed into a furnace.
And put with some little pieces of iron.
Little Can thought worriedly, Oh I do hope they don’t burn us!
Just as Can calmed down, someone put the fire on!
Feeling very watery and drab,
Can was poured into a hardy mold.
And cooled into a very think and hefty slab.
It thought, Why, this is getting old!
It was shipped off to a factory, one very stony and cold.
And Little Can was melted yet again!
And put into another mold!
And to its surprise, turned out to become a dozen painted steel men.
They were put into a colorful store,
And were bought by a loving young boy.
They lived together making happy memories, forever more and more.
And whoever knew that one can, one recycler, could bring such joy?