I MOVED TO THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN
THEN I MARRIED A MUSHER OH WHAT HAVE I DONE.
THE OLD MANS LEAD DOG EATS BETTER THAN ME
AFTER BUYING THE DOG FOOD THERE’S NO MONEY YOU SEE
I MARRIED MY HUSBAND FOR BETTER OR WORSE
BUT WORSE MUST BE COMING OR WHY WRITE THIS VERSE
THREE HOURS FOR FEEDING, FOUR HOURS TO RUN
HE’S ALWAYS SO TIRED THERE’S NO TIME FOR FUN
IN THE SUMMER WE FISH FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT
BY THE TIME WERE DONE SLIMING I’M JUST RIGHT FOR A FIGHT
HIS IDEA OF ROMANCE IS BREEDING HIS DOGS
HE KEEPS GRAPHS AND CHARTS AND GENEOLOGY LOGS
HIS CLOTHES SMELL LIKE DEAD FISH HIS BOOTS ROTTEN MEAT
AND THE SMELL ALWAYS LINGERS WHEN HE LEAVES A SEAT
SNAPS, HOOKS, AND HARNESS, COLLARS AND BOOTIES
AND ENDLESS DAYS OF DOGGIE POO DUTIES
JUST HAD TO HAVE THIS BRAND NEW SPRINT SLED
BUT I CAN’T DRIVE THE PICKUP THE BATTERY’S DEAD
THEY ARE A WHOLE PACKAGE THE SLED DOGS AND HIM
SO IF I WANTED A CHANGE THE CHANCES ARE SLIM
I SAID I CAN’T TAKE IT AND I GOTTA GO
HE SAID THAT’S TOO BAD BABE, CUZ WE'LL MISS YA SO
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