Write not of crappin',
Or your reeking rear end.
Setters while shittin',
Or the streaming decend.
Booties that squirm and twist,
And the size they bore,
Or if the booth has,
A big pile on the floor.

'Cause you love to,
Yes you love to,
o-o-o-o-oh how you love to.

Praising your stink hole,
Wiped with your hand.
Just how you're going poo,
Some people can't stand.
Some think that smelly,
Pots of log drops offend,
And what your lunch will be,
Out thee other end.

'Cause you love to,
Yes you love to,
o-o-o-o-oh how you love to.

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Poopie's log droppin',
DAK does offend.
And there's Hoof Arted,
Who's been cuttin' some wind.
Potty's Mister and Ms,
All despise hardcore,
They find your poop is,
Too hard to ignore.

'Cause you love to,
Yes you love to,
o-o-o-o-oh how you love to.

Breathe deep
Of Poopies' perfume
Don't be afraid
Of the bathroom
Bed wetter people
Like Poopie torment
Another's day's ooze mess
Playfully meant

Big splashin' tubers
Vessels of plum
Open up wide and shove
Out your bum
Your bladder erupts
And buckets will run
Seems like ignorance
Playing with dung

Half farted turds
As stools they light
You move your bowels
With delight
Love the way these
Fellows fight
For we decide
What is shite
And
What is just excretion