Fleas

My father used to say You sleep with dogs, the next day You'll wake in the night scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what you're told But I never have the itch I never would Mother had forbidden me To waste away my life I want you to have all the things I could never buy you Don't stop what I'd begun You're my one my only son Follow what I say not what I've done Follow what I say not what I've done Shower, scrub, and shave Cleanly boys don't misbehave Follow what I say, not what I've done