oatmeal oatmeal my favorite fruit
oatmeal, oatmeal, my favorite fruit
with your encouragement, I poop and toot
spreading my cheer, out of my corpulent rear
the neigbhors now scream and run in fear
yes, I lift the window so they can admire
the smells that my lovely oatmeal doth inspire
oatmeal, oatmeal, you are my love
sent by the grain angels up above
You keep me regular, every single lovely day
I love you the best, you truly don’t play
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