The flea was content as the hands of time ticked on
Until, one day, something changed that made it feel all wrong.
It had never occurred to the flea ’til this day
That he was alone, living in a lonely way.
“I need to find love– in French that’s l’amour!”
And the search was now on as he shut his front door!
Knapsack on his shoulder, he waited for a host –
Like hoping to catch a bus he stood at his post.