by Vernon Waring
I hope that I shall never see
An awful dreaded irksome flea,
A flea that feasts on helpless pets
And makes them scratch and moan and fret,
A flea that frolics on a lawn
Plotting mischief from dusk till dawn,
A cruel wingless menacing foe
Whose only joy is spreading woe.
I wish that one day I would see
A fleeting fleeing of the flea;
Trillions of them blissful at play
In a galaxy far far away.