There was a young fellow of Perth 
               Whose balls were the finest on earth. 
                    They grew to such size 
                    That one won a prize, 
               And goodness knows what they were worth. 

An unfortunate fellow named Chase 
Had an ass that was not quite in place, 
And he showed indignation 
When an investigation 
Showed that some people shit through their face, 

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                    His bunghole was blown back to Sparta,
                            
                    Where they buried the rest of our farter,
                            With a gravestone of turds
                            Inscribed with the words:
                            
                    "To the Fine Art of Farting, A Martyr."
                            

               There was a young fellow of Perth 
               Whose balls were the finest on earth. 
                    They grew to such size 
                    That one won a prize, 
               And goodness knows what they were worth. 

There was a young man from Bengal
Who got in a hole in a wall.
"Oh," he said, "It's a pity
This hole is so gritty,
But it's better than nothing at all."