By Mike Fullerton
There's sunshine through my window, It's spring outside the door. But even though the weather's fine, I don't wanna see no more. 'cause where the snow was clean & white, And covered up the ground. There's lots of little doggy piles, And they're ugly and they're brown. I got those winter snows are melting and Revealing all the dog turd blues. I go out by the stone wall, With sneakers on my feet. And when I step in one of those, The smell is not too neat. And then I go back in the house, And the stuff gets on the floor. It's such a lousy mess to clean, I don't want it any more. I got those winter snows are melting and Revealing all the dog turd blues. I pick 'em with a shovel, And put 'em in a bag. I've got to get the lawn cleaned up, 'for the neighbors start to nag. But when I pick the bag up, And I think I've got 'em beat. The bottom of the bag falls out, and they land right on my feet.
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