Toot Your Own Horn

[Verse] There's a breeze that blows, when no winds are due, A secret little puff, that no one will rebuke. It’s a sound so sneaky, making eyebrows rise, From the seat of the soul, comes the subtle surprise. [Verse 2] In the parlor room, when the laughter's high, A little toot escapes, like a whisper to the sky. It’s the song of beans, or perhaps the stew, A melody of life, oh what can you do? [Chorus] Toot your own horn, let the giggles start to rise, It's nature's way of saying, take it all in stride. Though it’s cheeky, though it’s sly, Every little toot, is a wink from the sky. [Verse 3] The silent kind, that leaves a trace, Or the trumpet blast, that leaves no space. From grand ballrooms, to the common streets, Farts unite us all, in life’s quirky beats. [Verse 4] From the tiniest tap, to the thunderous roar, Each toot tells a tale, we can't ignore. So we chuckle, and we sigh, For a fart is but a whisper, of the life we keep inside. [Chorus] Toot your own horn, let the giggles start to rise, It's nature's way of saying, take it all in stride. Though it’s cheeky, though it’s sly, Every little toot, is a wink from the sky.