Hair

You've got to have hair
You've got to have hair
Those with natural red are rare
(And known to have a feisty glare
They're wild like a frisky mare.
Their fuse is short; they rip and tear.)

You've got to have hair
You've got to have hair
Without it people simply stare.
It would, I think, give mum a scare
Mums and dads should all beware,
some kids will do it for a dare

You've got to have hair
You've got to have hair
Without it, careful what you wear,
your skin-head skin would rub and ware.
No matter if you're dark or fare,
a baldie must take more sun-care.

You've got to have hair
You've got to have hair
So rather be bald as a pear,
some grow theirs long until they're
fuzzy-wuzzy like a bear.
But that is neither here nor there.

You've got to have hair
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!






(c) TJ McGowan, MrsMyth
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