I wonder how much longer I must wait?
I've been waiting like a horse at the gate
With a tear in my eye
I'm about set to cry
And I'm not sure of how much more madness I can take?
The problem is I really have to poop
It must be from that bowl of oyster soup
The line is just to long
And my bowels aren't that strong
So it's set to fly like a chicken leaving the coop
I guess the waiting is just about done
And I'm soon to be a fox on the run
Everything should go well
Except for the bad smell
When I leave I know everyone will know I'm the one
Black Eyed Susan's