Don't Eat The Yellow Snow

Dreamed I was an Eskimo

Frozen Wind Began to Blow

And My Momma Cried

And My Momma Cried

Don't Be a Naughty Eskimo



Watch Out Where the Huskies Go

And Don't You Eat That Yellow Snow

Watch Out Where the Huskies Go

And Don't You Eat That Yellow Snow



And Right About That Time, People

A Fur-Trapper

Who Was Strictly From Commercial

Strictly Commercial

Had the Unmitigated Audacity

To Jump Up From Behind My Igloo

Peak-a-Boo-ooo

And He Started into Whipping

On My Favourite Baby Seal

With a Lead-Filled Snow-Shoe

That Got Me Just About as Evil

As an Eskimo Boy Can Be



So I Bent Down

And I Reached Down

And I Scooped Down

And I Gathered up a Generous Mitten Full of the Deadly

Yellow Snow

The Deadly Yellow Snow

From Right There Where the Huskies Go



Where Upon I Proceeded to Take

That Mitten Full of the Deadly Yellow Snow Crystals

And Rub it All into His Beady Little Eyes

With a Vigorous Circular Motion

Hither to Unknown to the People in This Area

But Destined to Take the Place of

The Mud Shark in Your Mythology

Here it Goes Now

The Circular Motion

Rub it!



And Then in a Fit of Anger

I Pounced and I Pounced Again

Great Googly-Moogly

Well He Was Very Upset

As You Can Understand

And Rightly So, Because

The Deadly Yellow Snow Crystals

Had Deprived Him Of His Sight

And He Stood Up

And He Looked Around

And He Said:



Well, Well

No No

I Can't See You

Nonononono



He Took a Dog-Doo Snow-Cone

And Stuffed it in My Right Eye

He Took a Dog-Doo Snow-Cone

And Stuffed it in My Other Eye

And the Huskie Wee-Wee

I Mean the Doggy Wee-Wee

Has Blinded Me

And I Can't See

Temporarily