Some kids can talk like Donald Duck,
Some know how to chirp.
But Willie J. can swallow air
And then rip off a burp.
He’ll belch at home and in the car
And at his grandma’s, too.
His grandpa always laughs and says,
“That’s what I used to do.”
“It’s not my fault,” he tells his mom,
“That they’re inside of me.
I feel them run around down there
And want to set them free.”
It’s hard to say what causes this,
But there’s no use to try.
I wonder how a zillion burps
Fit in this little guy.