I feel the quicksand under my feet
I squeal as soon as I feel the cold, pulling me down.
I feel my insides start a-rumbling,
Endeavored to reach ground.

Ooh, maybe,when I see my fate,
Bellow as loud as I may.
Farting, force it does emit,
This plan I thought up this way.

I built gas just like I had a Fleet,
I feel my gut start bloating up, bloating on down.
I clinch my farts, I'm trembling,
Never do let them down.

Oh, quicksand, getting near me,
Hiding my gender, gut must tame,
Until in my midsection,
Sand comes so I just take aim.
I've just got to do this 'zactly.

I feel my girth move above my feet,
I feel flatulence grow, my seeping is down.
I feel the earth move under my feet,
As I just push farts way on down.
I just lose control,
And force a mighty blow.
I smell a lot, don't mind the odor,
Because the ground moves under my feet,
Propelled by gas, now I won't drown,
Now I won't drown, now I won't drown....