Farty Party

It's Christmas Day, the table's set, turkey, spuds, and sprouts to get

Granny's munching, Dad's all proud, but soon we hear a sound out loud, choo-choo, rumble

Boom! What's that noise in the dining room? The sprouts, they're starting to play their part

It's time for the great big Christmas fart. It's a farty party, oh, what a blast

Who knew those sprouts could make it last? We're dancing round the living room floor

But someone's let one loose once more. Oops, that was Auntie Jean, Uncle Bob's on the scene

We laugh so hard our sides will split at the Christmas dinner sprout fart hit

Mom's gone red, her eyes are wide, the kids are snickering on the side

Cousin Tim tried to sneak away, but his bum gave him away, toot, toot, tootie, toot

Dad's pretending it's not him too, but we all know as we hear the sound