The poop is growing; we must stop it before it spreads.
First it gets in your clothing, then it takes over all your heads.
I remember the day, when I first set eyes on Dr. Poopy.
He tried to seduce me,
With his poopalicious grin,
And his naughty life of sin.
His tiny house of tin,
And the places he had been.

The poop is growing,
yes it grows larger every day.
The poop is growing, yes it is.
It’s coming from every which way.

The poop is growing,
Yes it grows larger every day.                      
Oh, the poop, she is growing,
Every which way.
The poop is spreading,
It’s getting into everything.
Thank you, Dr. Poopy!

© Christopher White 2002