Just when you've had a good groom and are feeling really Kool,
along comes a Tick to ruin the whole buzz.
Mine was a teenage Tick, they say, and no big deal......
But a long ride to the vet and a few pokes later,
I'm left wondering..... is it really safe to go out in the woods?
Were my deer friends responsible??
The vet says it's a big year for bugs, and I love a good grasshopper
as well as the next guy, but Ticks.....Yuck, that's where I draw the line!
They're calling me Tick Head.....Good Grief.
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