I’m riding my four wheeler

In The field wishing you were beside me

running like you usually do

 

I remember when you tried

Attacking that turtle

When it tried to pop my four wheeler tire

 

But now I have no dog to protect

                  Me from all the muscrates

   And evan the evil mouse tribe

             Or the snapping turtles

 

           But I come to a stop at the tree

We use to play at and i grab the flowers

              And a bone and lay it on your lovely grave