Sitting there behind his drumWhile his guitarist slowly strumsHe releases evil from his bum...Something wicked this way comes
Sister's rhyming is delightfulBut I remember odors frightfulShe could outfart anyoneFrom her noxious Flat-u-gun
Flatulence is nothing newSister practiced like no otherEven though she really blewThe foulest farter was her brother
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Sitting there behind his drum
While his guitarist slowly strums
He releases evil from his bum...
Something wicked this way comes
Sister's rhyming is delightful
But I remember odors frightful
She could outfart anyone
From her noxious Flat-u-gun
Flatulence is nothing new
Sister practiced like no other
Even though she really blew
The foulest farter was her brother
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