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Times are tough and life's been hard Since I came North on a St. Bernard. This Northern winter freezes fleas. I dream of life back on the Keys. The Northern fleas said, "You'll adapt. Get flea ear muffs and a stocking cap." I did, but came to realize: Flea boots are not made in my size. It's bad in snow and frost and sleet, A flea can't flit with freezing feet. My mind, once just upon the paw, Now craves an early warming thaw. This wind chill factor's not for fleas, I'm numb from drinking anti-freeze. My nose is red, my knees are blue. A Southern flea with Asian Flu. Bad things, as good, come to an end. Now I'm a happy flea, my friend. So heat my grits and shut my mouth. I'm on a Schnauzer heading South. —Grandpa Tucker |
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