By-M.Kosek, H.Lowy, Bachner
A mousse sat upon a shelf,
Catching fleas in his coat of fur.
But he couldn't catch her-what charge in !
She'd hidden way inside his skin.
He turned and wriggled,knew no rest,
That flea was such a nasty pest!
His daddy came
And searched his coat.
He caught the flea and off he ran
To cook her in the frying pan.
The little mouse cried, " come and see!
For lunch we've got a nice,fat flea!