He is the baked bean tester

And he works the graveyard shift

He isn’t very fragrant

Now I think you’ve got the drift

For he’s frequently exploding

All the people call him names

And it’s ever so important

He avoids all naked flames

His underpants bear witness

Each emission leaves a blot

But they’ll be back on tomorrow

They’re the only pair he’s got

Each Friday it’s his bath night

He lies soaking, feeling snoozy

Relaxes rectal muscles

To create his own Jacuzzi