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Oh My Lovely Toilet Bowl

Oh my lovely toilet bowl
The place I like to be
Where I can think and make a stink
Or take a quick wee-wee

My comfort station, oh my john
My rest room or my pot
You sit there waiting patiently
For me to come and squat

I sing best when I’m on you
You never get annoyed
Though my low notes are do-do
And my high notes are void

You’re the best cess in the world
Your water’s clear and blue
Your love for me twirls and whirls
When I flush down my poo

Copyright T. Carson 2005