What if Lady asked Tramp, why so distant
and Tramp answered back, I have fleas
Lady might counter, are they abundant
Trump worried himself down to his knees
and said, I'm scared they'll jump from me to you
I'm scared they'll pierce the skin of both of us
these pests could suck our blood, both me and you
or chew causing infections to us
Then Lady exclaimed, pet store, let's go now
We'll lie on the floor and scratch like hell
Rub the the floor from our bottoms to our brow
The clerk will know, flea colors, he will tell
Then all those parasites will be no more
so that we can love again, as before
