Two Fleas
Two little fleas together sat
They cried when one flea said;
'I've had no place to lay my head,
Since my old dog is dead.
I've travelled far from place to place
And farther will I roam
But the next old dog that shows his face
Will be my home sweet home.'
Two little fleas together sat
They cried when one flea said;
'I've had no place to lay my head,
Since my old dog is dead.
I've travelled far from place to place
And farther will I roam
But the next old dog that shows his face
Will be my home sweet home.'