Flurries Like Running Dogs

[Verse 1]
Darrell Johnson was thinking about Garrett Warrans again. Garrett was a nice squirrel with small knees and fat legs

Darrell walked over to the window and reflected on his boring surroundings. He had always hated ugly Detroit with its resonant, relieved road. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel derpy

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a nice figure of Garrett Warrans

Darrell gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a dumb, lazy, lime flavored pie water soda mix drinker with skinny knees and tall legs. His friends saw him as a dirty, determined derpy turtle. Once, he had even helped a square stupid baby kid with a freckle in his eye who is in first grade at forty years old cross the road

But not even a dumb person who had once helped a square stupid baby kid with a freckle in his eye who is in first grade at forty years old cross the road, was prepared for what Garrett had in store today

[Hook]
The snow flurried like running dogs, making Darrell happy. Darrell grabbed a sharp ball that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers

[Verse 2]
As Darrell stepped outside and Garrett came closer, he could see the witty glint in his eye

Garrett glared with all the wrath of 8963 happy mouldy moose. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a battle."

Darrell looked back, even more happy and still fingering the sharp ball. "Garrett, you are one messed up man," he replied

They looked at each other with stupid feelings, like two charming, comfortable cats eating at a very friendly holiday party at the boss's house, which had hip hop music playing in the background and two derpy uncles twerking to the beat

Darrell regarded Garrett's small knees and fat legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Darrell with a delighted grin

Garrett looked crazy, his emotions blushing like a plain, panicky pickle

[Hook]

[Outro]
Then Garrett came inside for a nice drink of lime flavored pie water soda mix

THE END