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Flea on Me
There’s a flea on me
That I cannot see.
I feel his sharp bite
All day and all night
He jumps up and down
From my tail to crown.
So I scratch and scratch
At each itchy patch.
I try and I try
To find that mean guy.
He hides in my fur
As I shake and stir.
It’s driving me nuts!
I hate his flea guts.
Every now and then
He nibbles again.
I can’t stand that bug!
Gosh, I need a hug!
Oh, please dear boy,
You’ll fill me with joy.
Just fall to your knees
And give me a squeeze.
‘Cause the time is right
For flea to take flight.
Shoo, shoo, flea-bug, shoo
Off me onto you!
By Susan Burd © 2011
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