His daddy vowed he'd have a fit,
If that hair
wasn't cut just a bit.
"A tousled head of fluffy
curls,
Is quite becoming to little
girls,
But that boy of mine," his dad did
say,
"Shall have a cut this very day."
Off they went to the barber shop,
To
trim some from the sides, and some from the
top.
"This won't take long, just a short
while;
This boy will look like another
child."
Sitting in that big barber's chair,
Mikey
wasn't ready to lose his hair.
He wiggled and
twisted, and did a turn,
Then he began to really
squirm.
He slumped way down, and then up he
stood.
The barber kept snipping…..at this, he's
good!
Mikey screamed; he hollered; then he
kicked
When his ear the barber nicked.
Mikey
wouldn't be still. Oh, no, not him;
The barber kept
cutting and tried to trim.
We don't blame the barber
for Mikey's looks.
He went to the right school, read
all the right books.
Mike's head is bald; devoid of
hair.
He vowed to himself, sitting in that
chair
"Never again, NO, not me in that place.
I'll
let the hair cover my face."
Mikey's hair is gone,
but then
Pretty soon it will grow back again.
He
is still our mischievous imp.
The barber? He still
walks with a limp.
