(and bunny lovers only)
There's poop beneath my table
There's poop between my toes
There's poop inside my litter tray
As everybody knows;
And if I'm feeling lazy
Or bored and naughty too
There's poop stuck to the carpet
As a special treat for you.
They coo and smile and stroke me
As I nibble on my hay
They tell me I'm a good boy
So I do just as I may;
But when I'm watching tele
Or if Celia comes along
I'll keep my poop all to myself
And sing her this new song.
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I'm going in the garden,
Now the weather's warm,
No longer in the litter tray -
I feel its better form
She's dug the kitchen garden
For the vegetables she needs.
I'm helping soil fertility
By peeing on the seeds.
pp William c/o George
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