O morning poo you leave my starfish,
like a stinking muddy garfish,
down into the dunny’s water,
to swim just like a garfish ought.
starfish
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O morning poo you leave my starfish,
like a stinking muddy garfish,
down into the dunny’s water,
to swim just like a garfish ought.