Picnic vs. Squirrel King

The smoke of the grill is starting to rise But a dark

brown cloud fills the summer skies An army of bushy tails marching

in lines They want their revenge,

they've got dark designs She's a golden doodle,

cream coat so bright And Picnic is ready to finish this fight

Ten thousand squirrels on the backyard fence The air is cold,

the pressure's intense They've come for the tacos,

they want the crown back But she barks at the sky and

defends the attack

Go Picnic, go! Stand tall and defend the grill (go,

go, go!)

No squirrels allowed on the hill

We're keeping the ultimate

party alive

Only the strongest doodle will survive!

She leaps in the air,

a white golden blur Not a single claw can scratch her cream

fur The army retreats,

they scramble and run They know that this doodle has already won

We're eating tacos all through the night

Picnic has won the glorious fight

(woof woof!)