Ten million friends are on my skin…
I’m covered all over in fleas!
They crawl about and out and in
and bite me whenever they please.
What’s that you say? Wash them away
or shave myself totally bare?
or choke them out with poison spray?
I’d miss them if they weren’t there.
See, I don’t mind these bugs of mine
that gnaw me and nip to the bone.
No matter how I itch and whine,
it’s better than being alone.
Come here. Sit near, oh won’t you please?
and soon you’ll be bug-bitten too.
The greatest part of having fleas
is getting to share them with you.
Thursdays are dog days!