Come and listen to a story ‘bout a Joe and Jed
Jed got up, and he headed to the head
In all his days, he ate all the right foods
So out through his ass came a ton of doo-doo
Poo that is. Brown gold. With his pee.
But junk food eatin’ Joe looked at his derriere
And he said, “Oh, please get outta there.”
Said, “Out my butt is the place you ought to be”
In his colon, it was stuck, no movement like a tree
Still, that is. Missin’ stools. Pushin’ hard.
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