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Colleen was sixteen, a pretty lass

Whose dad would complain 'bout the price of gas

Colleen was no fool

She had learned in school

A fart is gas that'll pass through your ass

Colleen thought 'I have a brain

If I fart I'll produce methane

Methane is a gas

That can pass through my ass

It'll help Dad, have a lot to gain'

Colleen had lived on a diet of greens

Now, she switched to a diet of beans 

She'd do anything to help Pop 

Soon, she was farting non-stop

Through her dress and yes, even her jeans

A great idea, that idea of Colleen's 

But she never made it out of her teens

Great ideas, they come with a catch

One day, as she was farting, lit a match

And blew herself to smithereens