The hills are dead, from the smell of farting.
With smells people have experienced, for many years!
The hills fill my nostrils with the smell of farting,
My nostrils never want to smell that again.

My nostrils want to smell delicous foods, and goodies from the bakery shops.
My nostrils want to have the right to smell better things, like pine on tree tops.
To breathe in smells of grace and beauty, every single day!
To take in the smells, of whatever prefers to stay!

My nose always knows, the better smells of the world.
Even though I know, I shall smell the smell I fear.
My nose will be filled, with the smell of farting,
But I won't pass out any more!