WHITE SHEEPDOG

I'm screaming at a white sheepdog,
One who is sitting in my chair.
It's a thing I'm dreading,
The way he's shedding,
And covering everything with hair.

I'm screaming at a white sheepdog,
And should he visit you some night,
May his bark be worse than his blight,
And may all your furniture be white.

*If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know. I heard it at an open stage about 15 years ago. I can't even remember the name of the guy who sang it.