Somewhere under a rainbow,
Way down deep below,
There's a pot that I’ve heard of,
In case you really have to go

When I was on a walkabout,

Why, just the other day,

I came upon this magical pot,

At the end of a rainbow’s rays

And it was just in the nick of time,

Since I had a very bad stomach ache,

But then I saw a most dreadful sign,

That surely must have been a mistake

‘Porta Potty for Construction Workers Only’

How come only they got to use it?

Why, Oh Why,

Couldn’t I?

Luckily, there were some very thick bushes nearby,

Where my troubles soon fell like chocolate drops,

Way out behind that fabled pot’s magical white top

But how come only they got to use it?

Why, Oh Why,

Couldn’t I?

And now, I will always very sadly wonder,

About this cherished old childhood lullaby

Who the heck had decided 

  Only construction workers

Would ever get to use it?

 And why, oh why, couldn't I?

.2007, Mr. ‘Had To Go Real Bad’ Ed

And From Now On,

When I’m Walkin About,

I’ll Be Wearin my Tool Belt,

And Carryin My Union Card, Too