Something is rotten in this room
I think that thing is me
For when I walked into the place
Even the flies did flee

I stepped in something hideous
As I strode up the stair
And to my sole it steadfast stuck
I can still smell it there

No matter how I try to pry
The hideous stuff out
It only clings much tighter still
Or spreads itself about

Oh woe is me, I have been cursed
Forever to be rank
I can’t imagine a thing worse
Than to have ever stank