By MIKE MENNELLA

While walking in the jungle,
I came across a sight.
What looked like a big bundle
Were two animals in a fight.

As I got up closer,
Looking from a tree,
I saw a gigantic tiger,
Trying to catch a flea.

Every time I would look,
The flea would twirl around,
Throwing in a right hook,
Knocking the tiger down.

Oh that poor ol' tiger
Being thrown against a tree,
By that bothersome idiot,
That rotten ol' flea.

Well, he decided to kill it.
And, boy, he did it fast.
He pounced on that ol' flea,
Who didn't have a chance.

Well, now the poor ol' tiger,
Is so gay and free,
Because he has no worries,
About that bothersome flea.

So summing up this tale,
As you can clearly see,
Never become an insect,
Especially a bothersome flea.