As he usually takes a walk
Often he stumbles on a fart
Though he records many of them
Music to his ears is this stinky gem
In fact he is fond of listening to his ass
Many a times he would sing and dance
Recites many dirty rhymes while he darts
Turns on the recording as he farts
And whenever his hick-ups start, , ,
He loves fingering his itchy arse
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