Tony Leoni

Tony Leoni lived in a tree
Tony Leoni’s best friend was a bee
The bee was a friend
Of a bear in a den
Who served as a house for a flea.

The flea you might say
Had a particular way
Of making himself known to the bear
Who acted that he didn’t care
But secretly wished flea’d go away

To bee the bear’d sing
Of the troubles fleas bring
Oh how he wished they’d stop
He thought of calling the cops
But the bee said he knew just the thing

I’ve got just the one
To get the job done
He’s especially fast you will see
And thorough as thorough can be
He’ll make it painless and fun

So Tony Leoni he came
And brought the flea down in shame
He used a big gun
Had the flea on the run
And all without touching bear’s mane!

The bear was deeply indebted
To suddenly be uninhabited
He jumped and he shouted with glee
But his hop had landed on bee
So over bee’s crushed body he fretted

Fret not my dear friend said the bee
My life will go on you will see
This story although,
Has gotten quite slow
“The End!”, said Tony Leoni