On a country walk one day,

In the merry month of May,

From my shoes a noisome steam arose,

So I held them up to see,

What that awful smell could be,

Keeping them some distance from my nose:

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There were spraints from an otter,

(Which must have left the water),

And circular crotels from a hare,

There were fumets from a deer,

That were smearing at the rear,

And badger werderobes were everywhere,

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I could see friants of boar,

(Whose belly must have been quite sore),

And several fox waggyings quite crisp and dark.

Lots of pieces of faeces,

From a great many species,

My shoes must have reeked like Noah’s ark.