Oh the snow in the yard is yellow Thanks to our doggie fellow But the droppings sink way down low Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow! So the scooper sits rusting outside As we wait for Spring and "low tide" The piles will wait down below Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow! In the warmth of the summer sun We must scoop every day in the yard But as soon as the winter comes Finding the stuff gets quite hard While the piles sit there fertilizing Our backs aren’t exercising Our rest is short, this we know (please) Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow!