I strolled into a farmyard
The place was in a mess
It made me think of landfill sites
I really must confess
The smell was really awful
The farmer was away
No-one was there to clean things up
Or tidy things away
So I put my boiler suit on
And picked up all that shit
And after when I ate my tea
It didn't smell a bit
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