Fleas

Edwin the Ape sat perched high in his tree,
Out on a limb, hidden in leaves.
A spot where he went while he scratched and he wheezed.

He pulled at his hair and he fell to his knees.
He was starting to worry he might be diseased.

He rubbed himself silly on the limbs of the trees,
but nothing he did could make his pain ease.

He flopped and he hopped, he jived and he dropped,
but nothing would free him from all those darn fleas.

Edwin twitched and tweaked, his breath heavy and short.
He needed relief and help of some sort.

The perch that he loved now a place of despair.
Here he was dancing, high in the air.

But soon came some hope, a chance of some sort.
Down dropped a friend, his old Uncle Mort.

Mort picked off the fleas, eating them one-by-one.
For Edwin the Ape, relief had finally come.

It’s good to have friends to help with your needs,
especially when you’re itchy and covered with fleas.