THE FLEA
Fredrick, a flea who was tiny but bold.
Awoke one morning with the world's worst cold.
His nose was drippy; his eyes were red!
He thought he'd spend the day in bed.
He wrapped a muffler round his scratchy throat.
Then he cuddled in his wooly-warm coat.
It wasn't an overcoat, or an anorak
But the spotted fur from my spaniel Mack.
As Fredrick snuggled,
he wiggled,
he twitched.
And all Mack could do—
SCRATCH, SCRATCH—
was itch.
