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Poopy of the Morning

"Poopy of the Morning" There'll be no poop to stain your hands, Not if my poop can't bind your bowels. There's no need to poop a lot, For it was I who chose to poop. I see no need to poop alone, I'm old enough to poop and run. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Just touch my cheeks before you leave me, poopy. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Then slowly poop away from me. Maybe the sun's light will be poop, And it won't matter anymore; If morning's echo says we've pooped, Well, poop's what I wanted now. And if we're victims of the poop, I won't be blinded by that poop. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Just touch my cheeks before you leave me, poopy. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Then slowly poop away. I won't beg you to poop with me. Through the poop- Of the day. Of the years. Poopy. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Just touch my cheeks before you leave me, poopy. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Just touch my cheeks before you leave me, poopy. Just call me poopy of the morning, poopy; Just touch my cheeks before you leave me, poopy.