TITLE: Just One Flea
By Mary Lou Tiner
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Just one flea
“You can’t see me!” said the tiny flea
“Shouldn’t matter to you, what I choose to do!”
So the flea bit and gnawed till the old hound saw’d
There was something on his back!
“Well, I’ll be bound!” said the grumpy hound
“Since my master’s away, I can itch all day.”
So he scratched and he chewed till a hair pile grew
And covered the play room floor.
“Now where’s my toy?” said the lazy boy.
“Didn’t put it away, when I played today.”
So he kicked and he threw till the hair pile flew
Out the window with the toy.
The toy and hair, sailing through the air
Couldn’t help where it blew, when it blocked the view
Of the man in the car who couldn’t see far
So he ran into a tree...
All because of one flea!
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