I came up with this cuz I wuz bored. It's in the same tune as On Top of Old Smokey.
On top of pastrami, all covered with rye. A huge lump of doo-doo fell out of the sky.
It stunk up the whole house, just smelling like shit. And my angry mother started throwing a fit.
Then somebody farted and made it much worse. It seemed that we all were under a curse.
But it was my father, who laughed till he cried. And from the horrid smell, everybody died.