Freaky Little Flea
He is a freaky little flea.
Dancing between Jim and me.
Making romance hard to be
I shake his foot as you can see.
He laughs crazy, this little flea.
We can’t get close says my husband Lee.
He follows us, living on a knee.
How irritating can he be?
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