It’s here, its there.
The cat, but probably the dog;
In the air across and the room
The sniff the wrinkled nose in time
Rotten eggs, my god! We swoon.

You! yes you!

You point your finger at the dog
But we know it’s just a fog.
You’re the expert with the thrown voice
You’re so skilled in this subtle art
You’re the expert at ventral-a-fart