© 2014 by P Michael Biggs
There once was a flea
He lived in a tree
He ate green peas
And watched the grand prix
Mr. Flea drank tea
When sailing the high sea
His wife Marie
Loved to sail the North Sea
He always said his ABC’s
And worked all day, sometimes for free
And if you ever disagree
Our flea will probably flee
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