Once if you went to India
They'd warn you to watch your tum
They'd speak of Delhi Belly
And other joys to come.

But now there is bottled water
You can buy it anywhere
And they don't tell 'would be' tourists
They're going to get the runs.

So now the moaners curse rubbish
They say it's everywhere
But they forget
That it's for their tumms
That much of it is there.

India's day starts with sweeping
It's done with a bunch of twigs
And then the rubbish they burn it
It's always been done that way

But those wretched plastic bottles
They just won't burn away
So the rubbish made of plastic
Alas will often stay.

So tourists if you see rubbish
Before you express disgust
Please remember their problems
Are partly caused by us.