In the lane, snow is glistening'.

It's yellow, not white -- I've been there tonight,

Marking up my winter wonderland.

Smell that tree? That's my fragrance.

It's a sign for wand'ring vagrants;

"Avoid where I pee, it's my property!

Marked up as my winter wonderland."

In the meadow dad will build a snowman,

following the classical design.

Then I'll lift my leg and let it go, man,

So all the world will know it's mine-mine-mine!

Straight from me to the fence post,

flows my natural incense boast;

"Stay off of my turf, this small piece of earth,

I mark it as my winter wonderland."

ARF...ARF