Hair,
hair everywhere but on my head it seems...
Hair wafting thru' the air-a Charlotte's Webby
dream.
Tell me whence comes all this hair,
It's on the back of every chair.
I look at him, he has his share,
And she has more than enough to spare,...
And I deem this is not fair!
I think I'm gonna scream!
In youth, thick, flowing tresses are there,
In blithely brushing our luxuriant hair..
Of the aging processes we're unaware...
Life is a lovely day dream.
I think to mature, you learn to care
And find that to realize a dream is rare..
And as our brain grows, it pushes out hair......
I think I see a gleam......Ponder this......
If when a person loses their hair......
Their Intelligence Quotient becomes very
rare......
The vicious circle comes full square......
And "BALDY" reigns
supreme!!!
Betty C. Danielsİ
Written 10/16/94
For my very intelligent brothers......Betty
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