Fleas
The cat sat on the mat
The mat sat on the floor
The budgie's on the mantlepiece
The dog is by the door
I'm sitting in the armchair
Feeling ill at ease
The dog has started scratching
I think that He's got fleas
I take him in the bathroom
I put him in the tub
Run some lukewarm water
And give him a good scrub
I've got some doggy shampoo
It's really got some clout
It gets a real good lather
And the buggers all fall out
Rinse him off and dry him
And sit him by the heat
Go into the kitchen
And get him food to eat
Nearly time for sleep now
There's one thing that I dread
If the dog has still got fleas
Do I want him on the bed ?
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2009
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