Changing J this morning, H once again burst into song.
Warning: It is about poop.
To the tune of "Smile":
Smile, when your bum is poopy
Smile, even though it's goopy
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by
If you smile, through your tears and sorrow
Smile, and maybe tomorrow
Your bum will stay all free of poo
If you
Just smile.
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