Flea

Itchy, irritating little pest Now you have landed upon my chest First upon my dog now you jump on me I hate you, I hate you, you little flea Every so often I will feel your bite It brings me fear and also fright Upon my body I want you off now As I am not a cat or dog or bird or cow I scratch and I pick as I try to find you But where you are I have not a clue And when I feel your bite I will give it a smack Upon my body you will have no snack My blood I will not let you take or steal Remember flea, I am not a light meal I now look at my dog and it seems to laugh So, I will drown you little flea, with a bath. Randy L. McClave