Both Freddy and Frieda Flea Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs In a market place made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean Fleas after all are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
I cleaned out a house a couple weeks ago and as soon as I walked in I was covered with fleas. A friend told me she can't wait for the poem! Here's what I came up with...I'm a mess.