My Mate Bert
MY MATE BERT
I have a very special mate
A flea whose name is Bert.
He lives upon my old dog's ear,
With his dear wife named Gert.
My Bert is such an athlete too,
He loves to somersault.
Does singles, doubles, sometimes threes,
I've never seen him fault.
'Till yesterday, while showing off,
He sprung into the air.
And jumped too high and landed in
Young Bobby Millers hair.
I searched and searched to find my mate,
Then found him on Bob's shirt.;
But when I took a second look,
It wasn't my mate Bert.
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