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Parody, to the tune of---I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
I felt the urge on Christmas Day To run to the toilet far away, This urge is sweet, my words repeat Of poop on earth, and relief to men. I thought as now this day had come, Then I couldn’t go, and then was bummed Had waited so long, how did it go wrong? No poop on earth, or relief to man. And in despair I bowed my rear; "There is no poop on earth," I fear For urge is strong and mocks the song Of poop on earth, and relief to men. Then I pealed off my undies, yes it’s time "Poop is not dead.” So I won’t whine I shall not fail, I will prevail! With poop on earth, and relief to men." Written for--
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