The meadow was full of frolic,
Eight happy paws reached for the sky
As the little white dogs rolled in the aromas
Of life and death.
.
Sometimes you roll in it,
Remember to roll with it.
.
And then take a bath.
The meadow was full of frolic,
Eight happy paws reached for the sky
As the little white dogs rolled in the aromas
Of life and death.
.
Sometimes you roll in it,
Remember to roll with it.
.
And then take a bath.