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 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 its 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 where Fido goes)