Charlie was a flea of a very low degree
who hopped upon the rump of a rat.
He rode across the sea to the shores of Italy –
to see what he could see off the ship.
The gutters were a-flutter, every rat and her brother,
had come for the journey of their life.
It was 1347, and the fleas grew as leaven –
riding rodent carriages to town.
How small a little flea, who could have seen
all the trouble such as Charlie could infest.
Yet at times it’s the small, who conquer all
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Charlie was a flea of a very low degree
who hopped upon the rump of a rat.
He rode across the sea to the shores of Italy –
to see what he could see off the ship.
The gutters were a-flutter, every rat and her brother,
had come for the journey of their life.
It was 1347, and the fleas grew as leaven –
riding rodent carriages to town.
How small a little flea, who could have seen
all the trouble such as Charlie could infest.
Yet at times it’s the small, who conquer all
by sending their plagues to our shore.
Like that boy in gym who has a pointed chin
and laughing made a jest about your ears.
Or the girl on your block who once threw a rock
and broke your friendship like glass.
Such are the ways of our times and days
the nuisance of bullies and pests.
But do not fear for the days though appear
to be bottomless with pain—
All the bullies and fleas and plagues you see
will one day simple digress.
For Charlie the flea got hungry you see
and never could manage to fill –
Like a bully, this pest, finally did rest
and couldn’t even hurt a flea.
So the moral my friends, here’s how it ends
Whatever plague you suffer and bear—
Remember the fleas are but fleas if you please
and your charlies a pest at the best.
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