A boy alone, so far from home,
Unplanned shart filled his pants with foam
He went boom boom, and shot out plumes
That stained his pantaloons
Sometimes, in profusion
He tries to fart without extrusion
Complacence led to accidents
That produced fragranced lethality

All the same, he took his chances
Aft-shat some slime
Filled his underpantses
Eau de poop
Eau de la doo-doo
His drawers he must change,
He waddles home in shame

There might be misunderstanding
Of just what I mean here by "he"
Pronoun that I'm using
To guard his identity
In case you might be thinking
That this parody's 'bout me
Let's ignore, and say no more, of who this he could be

All the same, he took his chances
Gambled and lost --
Passed more mass than gases
Plus vous pète
Plus vous la merde
Feels like he's got mange
Now his taint is aflame