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