The life of a fart is tragically short
So let’s take a moment and spare them a thought
Farts can feel lonely once out of the bum
But amazing adventures are waiting for some
Like the fart that was born in the high mountain peaks
And slipped out between a rock climber’s cheeks
For one happy moment it smelled like Swiss cheese
Then the stench disappeared in the fresh Alpine breeze
Did you hear of the fart that took part in a race?
And not only that – it won second place!
The Olympics are great, but I think it’s a shame
That farts don’t get medals or glory or fame
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