Consumed mucho garbage yesterday,
Hoping that the gases would play,
But gases are a fickle lot,
So, relax and let it lay.

Gases will come in their own due time,
And surprise everyone with their rhyme.

No, we have no gases today.
But wait till mañana, farting,
they'll come out to play,
With a sorrow of sweet parting.

Ancient sea creatures, millions,
Gave their lives for gases today.
We pay through the nose,
For these noble gases,
From creature's final day.

When you see gas bubbling up,
In the tundra permafrost up north,
It's from a much warmer time,
Returning to burn the Earth.

But we claim we have no gases,
We have plenty gases, hell.
We frack and fart it daily,
for all the world to smell.