Take Off Your Shoes

Walk the yard with care For you will see I fear What the doggies have done Covering the yard with dung Scoop poop into a bag My life has become sad To keep feet clean Beware the little presents unseen Tiny little logs Churned out by happy dogs They eat and eat And go and go How so much from just two Little factories producing poo But they love me true Chase away the blues Watch my home with pride Their devotion can not be denied So it is something we can do Before entering the house take off your shoes.