I wasn't always a talking toilet, but like they say... sh*# happens One day I was sitting and minding my business When someone did their's... smelling of citrus But that wasn't it not the flushing of shit But a flushing swhish of a poor little fish But sadly to say it wasn't his day The fish wasn't dead though sickly and red it simply looked dead And... it was a magical fish that gave me a wish I'd seen it all... much of it gory And wanted to tell... all of my stories So I wished to talk not to fly like a hawk nor to sing like a bird nor to smell like a turd So here is one tale Though it's smelly and stale As many are crappy But I make them snappy On one dark night There was quite a site Someone flushed a cat Let me tell you bout that That cat wouldn't go easy He was slippery and sleazy. scratching, and biting... and all the way fighting But down to the stink to the goldfish I think The cat was flushed down with a great big frown So that's how it started As quick as if farted The flushing of fish My getting a wish I'm a talking toilet All ready all set I've seen it all From behind this stall