There'd be piles of dog pooh, all around my lawn
Now why is it that a man like me, who doesn't own a dog
Draws in all the neighbour's dogs, to come and have a bog
So out there with my shovel, I'd scoop up all the crap
And throw it over my back fence, for the other chap
'Cause the neighbour at the back he owned a big black Labrador
And I figured his dog must crap as well, so he wouldn't mind a little bit more
Well, this went on for months and months, a morning ritual
Of scooping up the dog pooh and throwing it over the wall
Every kind of dog pooh, from poodle poop to logs
Different kinds of different turds from different kinds of dogs
Then one day whilst out walking, I met the neighbour from over the back
We met out on the footpath and we stopped and had a yak
I asked him how his garden grew, and about his family
And then I asked about his dog, and if it was healthy
"Funny thing you mention that", he glared and said to me
As if his mind was clicking to the probability
"Although my dog's been dead for weeks, and we all took it hard
His ghost still comes in every night and craps in our backyard!"
