It slips and it slops, it’s a tricky greasy plop.
It squirts and hurts, this prickly brown dirt.

Now I shake the brown cake, a patty I must make.
I huff and I puff, gotta release the brown stuff.

But it’s stuck, this sick muck, I’m having no luck.
Clenching hard, go nine yards… this doo must discard.

Blood vessel burst, the pain is the worst…
But I finally broke the caca-curse.

The doo is done, now free is my bum…
Now I blow a joyful butt hum.