Acoustic Farts

As we played our guitars in the forest
Mr. Farts let out a sound
But it wasn't just his strumming
That echoed all around

For with every chord he played
There came a little toot
But he didn't seem to mind
He just kept playing with a hoot

(Instrumental)

Now Everyones is throwing up
And all the birds are dead
Mr farts has ruined our day
With his terrible smell

Playing acoustic guitar
With Mr. Farts so chill
But we must hold our breath because
It stinks so much for real

Who will be the poor poor soul
Who'll share a tent with him?
Oh what a nightmare
I'm calling dibs, it surely won't be me!



Credits
Writer(s): Paulina Chiarantano, Axel Gotlieb, Hugo Catchpole
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