
The day dawned fair, the sun was bright,
No clouds to mar the skies,
And people came from far and wide
With passion in their eyes.
They all had answered to the call;
They’d all come to display
Respect for nature’s lesser lives:
They’d make it plain today.
They’d show the world respect for life
However small it be,
For they had come to eulogize
The wondrous little flea.
The band struck up, the march began,
The faithful said a prayer,
And off they went t’wards City Hall,
Their aim, to meet the Mayor.
They’d signed a long petition
Filled with names from West and East.
It asked that more esteem be paid
To this poor wingless beast.
The order SIPHONAPTERA
Deserved respect, they said;
So much maligned by evil tales.
The public was misled!
But ere they’d marched just two scant blocks
A barricade they met.
The city’s dogs and cats were there,
Each one a much loved pet.
They all displayed a collar,
Some of red or gold or green,
And in this hirsute gathering
No single flea was seen!
The marchers gasped, the bugles died,
The fervent shouts were quelled;
They knew at once their march was done,
Their ardor was dispelled.
The sight of all those family pets,
Flea collars well displayed,
Had so unnerved the marchers
That they left the town, dismayed.
And since that bright and sunny day
No other word was said;
The ones who praised that little flea
Now march for ants instead!