I ate some mashed potato
With some cabbage and some Sprouts
And after I had ate it all
I began to have some doubts
My tummy seemed to swell a lot
And gurgle really loud
And then the smell that left my bum
Began to draw a crowd
Several indications were
That Methane was the gas
That left me in a hurry
From the hole that was my ass
I think that I should leave the greens
From off my 5-a-day
And eat something that's less obscene
In a random sort of way
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