By Davido Martino
It's A New Day, And The Dog Has Recovered. Me Father Walks Down The Stairs And Gives It Frosties Instead Of Winalot.
The Dog Groans And Groans We Moan And Moan And Tell It To Shut Up. We Found The Dog Had Toothache Because We Fed Him Frosties.
(And By The Way, My Father Ate The Winalot And Threw Up.)