My Mate Finnegan
Finnegan Flatulence.
Now THERE'S a name!
He's a nice sort of chap,
I'm sure you'd feel the same.
But if you ever meet him,
Wear a peg on your nose,
'Cos a strange sort of smell
Follows wherever he goes...
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