Haircut


Mother dear it’s not fair.

You said you want to cut my hair

If so, why is Uncle in the chair?

Oh my sweet son and heir

You really must learn to share.

Of that virtue please be aware.

Dearest Mama I really do despair

That no way will that chair I snare.

That is today my biggest bugbear.

O little one please be very aware

That I decide whose head goes bare.

I suggest you take your sulk elsewhere.

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