Your fur is a dirty white from playing in the dirt
You stop to talk to the dog next door
You run, you trip, you might be hurt
You roll like a tumbleweed, you land snout first on the floor
I laugh at you, you know how to make me laugh.
You run inside to be washed while waiting
You try to eat the toilet paper
But I stop you, then Mom runs in stating
"I'll get you later"
Girl you know how to get in trouble.
God, you smart idiot
You're always in trouble
With the cat as your affiliate
And really eating soap bubbles
You know how to hurt yourself.
And how do you not like steak
And yet you like beef jerky
And your constant barking gives me a headache
And yet you love and I mean love some turkey
God you know how to make a joke.
