Neighbors gather round me
And listen while I tell
A story of a little brook
That has an awful smell

Now I would like to tell you
Of the stinky little rill
That has its source above our town
At a point near Matthewville

It rambles through our little park
And meanders into town
From here it has abundance
Of trout that's big and brown

If you would like to go a fishi'n
And wonder where they stay
Just try out any sewer mouth
That's where they like to stay

If you should fall into the brook
And it's too low to swim it
Just turn your pockets inside out
And you might have the limit

Now I would like to tell you
Just how this comes about
That our little stream is teeming
With these slippery old brown trout

It meanders through each back yard
This smelly little little rill
And empties into Krazter Run
Below the old grist mill

Now each home has its little room
With a tub, commode and sink
They drain into our little brook
And create this awful stink

And so within this little room
There really is no doubt
That this is where the the spawn is laid
That hatches out these trout

You ask if there is a remedy
Well, I really cannot tell
Just what to do about this brook
That has this awful smell

It is injurious to our health
It's like a growing cancer
But if you ask about a cure
The Doc's they have no answer

Now I've told you all about it
And I'd like to make my pitch
Let's get a sewage system
And clean up our little ditch