It’s a Gas

When I was small, as I recall, I smiled when I released it.
And as I grew and one slipped through, I tried to keep it secret.
But, some of us who chose to cuss, would boast of its great power,
And laugh and laugh 'cause it's a gas for hour after hour.
But in the end, I tell you friend, and straight from the heart,
When you get olden and life is golden, don't ever trust a fart!

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