The sun was bright, the sky was blue, Kenny, a seven-year-old boy, had things to do, A messy park was in his view!

Granny exclaimed, "Oh dear, oh dear! There's litter everywhere I tread!" Kenny sighed and shook his head.

"We cannot leave this park a mess, It's time to clean, no more, no less!" Granny smiled, "You're right, I guess."

They put on aprons, boots, and gloves, Tied them tight like cleaning pros, "Now we're ready!" Granny rose.

Kenny grabbed a big, strong rake, Granny took a bag to take, They started working by the lake.

Plastic bottles in the blue, Glass and tins in yellow too, Paper, cardboard—red will do!

Kenny found an old brown shoe, Granny laughed, "Is it yours too?" Kenny grinned, "No, but maybe you?"

The wind blew leaves up in the air, Kenny chased them here and there, "Come back, you naughty things—don’t dare!"

Granny wiped her happy face, Kenny spun around in place, "The park’s now clean—a better space!"

People waved and gave a cheer, "The park looks great—it’s fresh and clear!" Kenny smiled, "We worked, my dear!"

Boots off, gloves off, hands washed bright, Cleaning parks just feels so right, They skipped back home, hearts so light.

So when you see some litter near, Pick it up and keep it clear, A cleaner world for all, my dear!