Ziwtra
My dear, my dear,
You just sneer and sneer,
We've asked you a million times why,
You just turn your nose to the sky,
When you say you're in dire need,
You always require a new hair dryer,
You always feel for a new style,
When we say, "No!" You wonder why,
This is when you ask millions of times why,
And we turn our noses in the sky!