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![]() Excuse me, whatcha looking at? I happen to have a flea. They're kind of hard to get at, Do you have to stare at me?! YOU try and deal with all this fur, There's tons of room to hide. These little twits make quite a stir, Wish I had stayed inside. But I'm a kitten, out I go! I'm curious you see. It's a big old world out there you know, And it has a lot of fleas! So go stare at the dog now please, And don't make fun of me. Mom says it's not too nice to tease, Next time it might be YOU with fleas!
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