Flea
Frequently secretly peekety boo
You can’t see me, but I can see you
I am a tiny one, you are a giant
You are the restaurant, I am the client
You are a two legs, and I am a six
I do incredible jumpety tricks
Scratchety ratchety titchety itch
Boy can you feel it when I’m on the pitch
Itchety scritchety ratchety scratch
I am the flea that you cannot catch
You can’t see me, but I can see you
I am a tiny one, you are a giant
You are the restaurant, I am the client
You are a two legs, and I am a six
I do incredible jumpety tricks
Scratchety ratchety titchety itch
Boy can you feel it when I’m on the pitch
Itchety scritchety ratchety scratch
I am the flea that you cannot catch
This poem is copyright (©) Harry Glass 2024
About the Writer
Harry Glass
Harry Glass is a Year 6 primary school teacher in north London who regularly writes children’s poems on his blog (harryglass.tumblr.com). Before teaching, he used to be a travel writer and magazine editor. He also loves writing songs. And tennis. (He plays tennis, he doesn’t write it.)
