It’s got the stench of the way back end;
The aroma of it surely will offend.
It’s the stuff that will flow,
And as you might fear:
The Hill that’s dumped
Came slip-sliding out of the rear:
The Hill of dung
That from the colon is shed.
Hill that’s dumped fills one with dread.
Straight from hole sans bung
Came the Hill of dung.

I see the place and turn away
Because it sure doesn’t smell like a nosegay.
A shitty shame—away it will not go;
And what is worse—it continues to grow.
This hill of dung, emitting gas,
Hill of dung that slipped from the ass.
On the land it clumped,
Nasty Hill that’s dumped.

The Hill of dung has got a pong;
Hill of dung’s odor is very strong.
Nostrils it has stung,
Ghastly Hill of dung.

Nates split to emit log rolls
That dropped from the log hole. Then it grew,
The Hill of dung I would hate to touch,
Hill of dung—I’d need a tetanus crutch. . .
Needle will have stung,
But the Hill’s of dung.

The Hill of dung can make you real sick,
Hill of dung that’s piled up real thick.
The illness ain’t fun
From the Hill of dung.

But the Hill of dung
Can’t be shoveled out—
’lympic son*
Ain’t these days about
For the Augean
Chore for Hill of dung.


*Hercules