At the house in the middle lives a little bitty flea, he sings to the dog, "you can't catch me." you can scratch, you can itch, you can roll in the ditch, but you can't catch me cause I'm a little bitty flea.

The doggy mounted up high on a bicycle seat, and took off a-rolling down the street, he balanced an orange on the tip of his nose, thinking 'isn't this neat, what a wonderfull feat.'

This tale is true as the day I was borned, Don't call me a liar cause I won't be scorned, you can scratch, you can itch, you can roll in a ditch, but I won't be forlorn if I can't rhyme orange.