Peek and Poop

First you take a peek, after when you're done.
Then you have a poop, and it's right back to square one.

Walking down the street, looking everywhere.
To find a special peek and poop, one always must prepare.

Peek and poop, peek and poop, is what I love to do.
Peek and poop, peek and poop, it makes me feel brand new.

When I find a spot I like, I crouch and hunker down.
Knowing I've had peeks on almost everyone in town.

Arriving back at home, I find my porcelain chair.
Sitting right upon it, with my big old derrière.

Peek and poop, peek and poop, is what I love to do.
Peek and poop, peek and poop, I sure enjoy the view.

After I am all pooped out, It's time to take a rest.
Dreaming of the peeks and poops I feel have been the best.

Mother liked to peek, and Father liked to poop.
You can bet our family time would throw you for a loop.

Peek and poop, peek and poop, is what I love to do.
Peek and poop, peek and poop, from here to Timbuktu.

Back when I was young, often if I'd see.
A person that I thought was neat, I'd poop immediately.

I hope that when you hear my tale, you'll blush and begin to squirm.
That Mary Jane helped write this one, I'm ready to confirm.

Peek and poop, peek and poop, is what I love to do.
Peek and poop, peek and poop, Should be on pay-per-view