Peanut’s Closet Chaos

(pitter-patter-pitter-patter) Little curly white hair,

tail wagging in a spin

Underneath the master bedroom door you snuck right in

In the corner of the closet,

hidden by the shoes

Peanut had to make some messy,

unexpected news (uh oh)

Oh Peanut,

why the closet floor?

First you pooped, then you threw up some more!

Mom is mad,

she's pointing at the mess But with those big dark eyes,

you're still a cuteness success (yes you are)

She's scrubbing down the carpet with a bottle and a rag

While you sit on the duvet,

with a little tail wag

She says 'You bad bichapoo!',

trying hard to frown

But one look at your floppy ears and she is calming down

(pant pant)

Oh Peanut,

why the closet floor?

First you pooped,

then you threw up some more!

Mom is mad,

she's pointing at the mess But with those big dark eyes,

you're still a cuteness success (yes you are)

She can't stay mad

at a face like that No,

she can't stay mad

Little curly white ball of trouble

(good boy, Peanut)