I Don't Want To Soil the Poddy

I don't want to soil the poddy; I won't go
I would hate mum's disappointment to show
No flusher for me here; so it won't disappear
I'll wait and use the toilet, when I grow.

I've had to hold a few and I don't care
Getting bored with cars on race-tracked underwear
I wonder what went wrong; I've waited far too long
Mummy's asking why the closet smells to her.

Though tonight it's made me sad
Don't tell brother
If I release, I'll be glad
Under the covers

I don't want to soil the poddy; I won't go
How I hate mum's disappointment to show
The plunger won't work here, so it won't disappear
If I could only reach the toilet, let me grow.

Though tonight it's made me sad
I'm frus-tra-ted
If I release, I'll be glad
Con-sti-pa-ted

Though I've had an enima too, and I don't care
There's no fun in when I poo, and doctors stare
I wonder what went wrong; I've waited far too long
I think I'll take some T.P. in the woods