MY PET FLEA AND ME

 

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I took a ride on a flea,

And crashed into a thimble tree.

I was all right,

and so was the flea.

 

We flew ‘round a little hill.

Down below is my friend Bill.

The flea stung him,

and he’s scratching still.

 

Near the ground I scooped some figs.

They were full of willy jigs.

I threw them out,

and knocked out some pigs.

 

We got done flying for the day.

My pet flea he did stray,

for he went home,

back to his wife Fay.