She came to me, looking so downhearted,
And sort of shy, like she might have farted.
She told that me she had just done a poo,
But that it had not gone, down the loo.
.
In tissue wrapped she decided to throw,
Her deposit from the bathroom window.
Her days was just not a great day of luck,
Whilst retrieving the poo she got quite 'stuck'.

Anyone want to carry on~?    Several folkie tunes available for this one.