and sing along with these lyrics (courtesy of a horsey friend)
Oh poopin' bays, poopin' grays
Poopin bays and grays
Oh what fun to scoop the poop
On icy Winter days
Poopin' grays, poopin' bays
Poopin' grays and bays
Oh what fun to scoop the poop
On icy Winter days
Dashing thru the snow
With a wheelbarrow full of poop
My hands and feet are numb
Cold throws me for a loop
I don't mind this job
In Summer or even Spring
But when the snow begins to fly
Its a whole damn different thing
Oh poopin' bays, poopin' grays
Poopin bays and grays
Oh what fun to scoop the poop
On icy Winter days
Poopin' grays, poopin' bays
Poopin' grays and bays
Oh what fun to scoop the poop
On icy Winter days
Poops frozen to the ground
And buried 'neath the snows
I cannot begin to say
How much this whole thing blows
Seemed like a good idea
To have the horses here
But days like this I have to say
I'd rather be drinkin' beer.
