Mary had a little lamb,
its fleas were white as snow.
They\'d leap and dance around,
wherever Mary chose to go.
Her flea friends had a talent,
they\'d perform upon command.
They juggled specks of glitter,
on a stage of Mary\'s hand.
The lamb looked on in wonder,
its coat a moving show,
as fleas performed in rhythm,
with leaps both high and low.
And everywhere that Mary went,
her circus came along,
with tiny acrobats in tow,
and a cheerful buzzing song.