Flo and Bo, two little fleas

There was a man who yelled and screamed,

he had this itch, strange as it seemed.

'Cause in this poor man's left, big ear,

were living fleas, for over a year.

In the middle you see Mom and Dad,

they aren't looking quite that bad.

The children's names are Flo and Bo,

such lovely girls they are, you know.

But there was more on this man's head,

the itch, it seemed, had widely spread.

There was this little, queer looking house

and in it lived a big, ugly louse.

The children went for a walk one day.

"Don't go beyond his nose, no way!

Listen to Mom's advice, my dear,

a louse lives in his hair, I fear".

Fleas don't walk, they jump up high

and Bo and Flo, I don't know why,

they disobeyed their Mom's advice

and hopped right in, to look for lice.

They stumbled upon a strange, queer house

and out came crawling this big, fat louse.

They hid behind a bush of hair,

it didn't help, he spotted them there.

The louse grabbed both, sweet Flo and Bo

and they were scared as hell, you know.

"You are my prisoners", yelled the louse,

"I'll keep you forever, here in my house".

But Flo, who was a brave, sweet flea,

thought: "I'd know with whom I'd rather be".

She wiggled and waggled, bend down at last

and managed to bite the man real fast.

The man jumped up and scratched his head,

I must have fleas and that's real bad.

But luckily for Flo and Bo,

he caught the louse, who was too slow.

Bo and Flo, they sobbed and cried

and ran home fast, to hide inside.

They've learned to never disobey,

their Mom's advice, for another day.

And Mom? She's glad they weren't hurt,

such nasty things could have occurred.

"Say your prayers", she said, "It's time,

to go to sleep and end this rhyme".