Yellow Snow |
Bob Rivers Comedy Group
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Oh the weather outside was whitening
Till the dog did something frightening
He’s got no other place to go
Yellow snow, Yellow snow, Yellow snow
And he doesn’t show signs of stopping,
As he slips around his dropping
You see him everywhere you go
In the snow, Yellow snow, Yellow snow
When he finally goes outside
He’ll be frolicking round in the storm
He’ll be marking the yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it’s warm
When the snow begins it’s thawing
It reveals those puppy drawings
He’s a frisky little pooch, Van Gogh
Yellow snow, Yellow snow, Yellow snow
Well he’s happy and his tail starts wagging
But the snowman’s left side is sagging
There’s a little puddle right below
Yellow snow, Yellow snow, Yellow snow