Papa says, “This yard is a MESS. The wind blew the rubbish in.”
Mama says, “Let’s go on a litter hunt. First look for tins.”
Papa says, “Wear these gloves.”

We’re going on a tin hunt. We look up high and down low.
We look under the bushes and against the fence.

We’ve found red tins and green tins, rusty tins and shiny tins,
clean tins and dirty tins.

What must we do with all these tins?

Find a bin and put them in!

Now look for plastic.