I’ve heard of singing about pooping
but not pooping about singing.
Why is that? Why is that?
It does not make the sense.

Why don’t we poop about singing?
If we can sing about pooping?
Why can’t we poop about singing?
Why does it not make sense.

I think if I could poop about things.
It would be to poop about food.
So much food to poop about
I could really sing.

But, I’ll poop about my food instead.
I’ll poop about it until I’m dead.
Everything I eat
gets a special, special poop.

I will poop about my food
sometimes I will poop about my drinks.
I will poop about my food
and I poop so many things.

Did you ever think you could poop
a poop that looked like a politician?
Did you ever think you could poop
a poop as big as a musician?

So many poops! So many poops!
And I sing about all of my poops.
So many poops! So many poops!
And sometimes that poop is big!

But, butt! I rarely poop about my songs!
But, butt! That’s what I’m sayin’!
I rarely poop about my songs.

My butt, it does not sing
it just goes toot, toot, toot.
My butt, it does not sing
it just goes toot, toot, toot toot.

I think my butt, it wants to sing.
I know that famous butts they sing.
That famous French tooter,
he tooted for a King, King, King!
He tooted a song for a king.

But my butt! is not so good.
Perhaps I need to practice more.
But my butt! is not so good.
It just really does the poop.