Hair

Hair is quite a funny thing we cut and shave it oft’n,
It starts at such an early age until we’re in our coff’n,
If you are bald when you are born without a strand or curl,
A cap goes on heads of boys a bow for every girl.

The difference is plain to see for this we seem to know,
Barrettes and ribbons for our girls as pretty locks do grow,
And when the boys’ hair starts to grow before the age of one,
So proud we are at the first trip to barber for our son.

And on and on ‘til teenage years the razor we do meet,
The first black whisker on the chin is shaved so smooth and neat,
The boys they never think of it but girls use razors too,
For girls who just refuse to shave the other girls say, “Ew-w-w!”

And colors, dyes, and highlights too, with these we’re very fond,
If you don’t like the color of the gray you can go blond,
Now if the hair begins to thin or baldness comes again,
There’s toupees, sprays and cover-ups and a Hair Club for Men.

And now that I am older hair has found the weirdest place,
It’s on my back and nose and ears not only on my face,
But I will trim and cut and shave and groom this hair for life,
To look the very best I can for my dear lovely wife.

Peter Lowell Paulson
August 4, 2011