Cover Your Stuff

The Sawdust Toilet Rap

“Cover your stuff.” One rule’s enough.

To keep the place smelling sweet when you done what you do.

From the sawdust pail, just fill the scoop.

One scoop for one and two scoops for two.

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

But when she trumpets: “I want to dump it.”

Then you know you’re in trouble.  What do you do?

Cause under all that dust is one hot mess.

What’ll she say of a week’s worth of pooh?

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

There ain’t nothing for it.  She wants to throw it.

So you take her and the bucket to the humanure heap.

There’s the pile.  Here’s the rake.

Now dig a nice little hole for the stuff to sleep.

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

Now the deed of dread has come to a head.

There’s a bucket and it’s heavy; you got to lift it high

Over the heap.  Over the hole.

And when it falls, I won’t blame you if you cry.

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

Now the worst is done.  But there’s more to come.

Got to clean that bucket.  Give it a mop.

There’s the water.  There’s the brush.

And when you’re done just dump it on top.

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

And oh my dear,  the end is near.

You get to cover all that mess until the smell is gone.

There’s nice clean straw.  Just heap it on.

And let God take care of what we’ve all just done.

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

And then we pray, for compost one day,

A garden of full of goodies grown from part of us.

But until that day, we’ll keep doing our thing

In the toilet that we cover with clean sawdust.

Cover your stuff.  Cover your stuff.  Come on down and cover your stuff.

Rah-dur!