Whoopee!

Once in a while you pass something

That forever changes your life,

That frees you from discomfort

And gastronomic strife.

They come without much fanfare,

Just a single tiny toot,

And you don’t even mind

If the air they do pollute.

Every once in a while

You don’t know what to do

‘Til something in your gut

Will take the lead for you

And the winds that held you back

Now are broken. All is well.

All those who never knew you

Ask “who’s that?” And “what’s that smell?”

Did you ever know that you’re my hero,

The reason why my intestine sings?

All cheese I cut is for your glory!

You pass the wind beneath my wings.