I tell them the answer is simple...Toboggan!
He stole the show
“Let’s flee!” Said the fly,
“Let’s fly!” Said the flea,
And they flew through a flaw in the flue...
Lunar-tics.
No, but it can make a tick talk.
One of them got pissed off.
One says to the other, "Do you think there's life on other cats?"
I thought hmmm.... that’s bazaar.
I told her careful it might be a sham
“I hope it doesn’t flee.”
Because they were hair-ticks
So my dad excitedly hands me an old bottle from the 20s or 30s and says "Look, Great Drepression glass!" I hold it up a little higher and even more excitedly say "Wow! I feel sad already!"
One howls on the prairie and the other prowls on the hairy.
You build it from scratch.
My dad and I have been going to flea markets since I was little. For years, one of his favorite things to do is wait until we get into a decently sized crowd of people, fart loudly, and then exclaim "Son!" while stepping away from me.
A flea's teeny weenie.
My dad spots the sign and goes: "They say that, but they never sell any fleas there.."
I was in the car with my two cousins, and I just couldn't stop giggling like a schoolgirl...
