It’s been a long dine, fine wine,
coming up Rhône.
What a great taste, wow! But now
I feel like stone.

Weight is out bulging at my sides—
I’d ingested beer in tides.

So, if my belt breaks, make haste—
turn eyes away.
And if there’s fart pong, be gone
without delay.

Weight is out bulging from the sides—
I’d ingested beer in tides.

I eat as though there ain’t no mo’;
I’m never good, cram food relentlessly.
Not one but two huge cuts I’ll hew—
just know that you won’t taste for me.

It’s been a long dine, equine,
coming up Roan.
What a great taste, wow! But now
I feel like stone.

Weight is out bulging. . .many sides;
I’d ingested beer in tides.

I eat as though I’m Donner, Joe;
I’m never good, cram food relentlessly.
I don’t eschew, but I fress-chew.
Just know that you won’t taste for me.

When I’ve that fart break—walls shake;
turn, run away!
When it departs, pong, come on
back here to stay.

Weight is out bulging side by side;
I’d ingested beer in tides.

It’s been a long dine, fine wine
coming up: Rhône.
Not a great taste now! Like cow,
cud makes me moan.