I thought I could take one less poop before bed,
but I pooped and I pooped and it got on my head.
My mother, she did change me,
while exclaiming with fright,
how that poop it did bother
as it filled her whole sight.

I thought that my poop would smell good as I am young.
Poop it always gets smellier
as you grow your long thumb.
Your earlobes keep on growing
just like your poor nose.
But your thumbs they don't really,
except for arthritis woes.

I thought that my poop would be wiped right away.
But a rash I have acquired and it's spreading like hay.
I wanted to be cleared up so I guess I will start
to sit on the potty as I poop or I fart.