The buoy n' the flee

a boy and a flea
sat down to read
twas odd to sea
while along the brook
a frog and a beetle
chewed licorice
twas odd indeed
as a pink cloud looked
down and the wind
whistled till the sun
did frown and dose below
looked up end staired
as the moon towards dusk
moo’ed lowly in space
bee on the clouds were
geese and mice flying
two a warmer place
sew why the buoy asked
as the flee turned to listen
did the frog n the beetle
Eat awl the licorice?