Little Timmy went to school
His favourite thing was art
His classmates weren’t quite as fond
Of Timmy's massive farts.

So loud they were when they went off
The children all got frights
The smell was oh so terrible
Their faces scrunched up tight.

Some held their noses from the waft
From Timmy's big backfires,
Some passed out and hit the ground
The smell was just so dire.

Nobody would sit with Timmy
When it was time for lunch
But he wasn’t very sad you see
He was proud as punch.