There's a Phantom Crapper who haunts my house,
Haven't caught him yet, but I'll flush him out.
You never know when or where you will find,
The irrefutable evidence he leaves behind.
Upstairs, downstairs, master, even the half bath,
None of them have escaped his malodorous wrath.
Phantom Crapper, there's one thing I know,
and that's you always reap what you sow.
Because if I catch you in the act, just
consider it your last, Phantom Crap.
- Jersey Shore, United States
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