05/18/2026
Zippidy‑doo‑da, zippidy‑YARD,
Dogs drop bombs like it’s their full‑time job — HARD.
Your lawn’s a minefield, a dookie display,
You tiptoe around it like “Lord help me today.”
Zippidy‑doo‑da, zippidy‑DEAR,
One wrong step and you’re airborne — P**P ROCKET REAR.
You’re skatin’ on turds, you’re losin’ control,
Time to call in Holloway’s P**p Patrol.
We scoop the p**p, the plops, the piles,
The mystery logs that have been there a while.
We tackle the turds, the stink, the shame,
We’re the cleanup crew with the funniest name.
Your yard’ll be fresh, your shoes will stay clean,
No more “WHAT DID I JUST STEP IN” scenes.
So skip the slip, skip the stink, skip the whole fiasco —
Call Holloway’s crew, we scoop it up FAST, yo.
Zippidy‑doo‑da, zippidy‑DAY,
No more landmines where your kids wanna play.
Sunshine, fresh grass, no p**p in sight —
Holloway’s P**p Patrol gets your yard RIGHT.