Oh, the weather outside was whitening   ‘Til 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 sniffs 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 our 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      Come here, Yeller. Come on boy. Good doggie.      Oh, not on Frosty.       He’ll be marking our yard with pride   You can tell by the steam that it’s warm      Well, he’s happy and his tail starts waggin’   But the snowman’s left side is saggin’   There’s a little puddle right below   Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow   Yellow snow, yellow snow      Yellow snow   Little patches of yellow snow   Yellow snow   Little patches of where Fido goes