HAIR (to the tune of Home on the Range)
November 7, 2022
It was thick and it wouldn’t behave.
And there on the crown
The cowlick wouldn’t stay down,
I’d be bothered, I was sure, till my grave.
When I wanted some curls,
Like the other big girls,
I would get me a permanent wave,
But in less than two weeks
I’d need big rat’s nest tweeks
For the top part just couldn’t be saved.
Hair! Hair on my head!
Where it used to grow just like a weed.
Now I groan and bemoan
And just hide out at home.
For thick hair I pray and I plead.
Too much hair for barrettes,
Now to my great regret,
Not enough hair to hold one in place.
The cowlick wouldn’t stay,
The widow’s peak went away
And I just want to hide my sad face.
Hair! Hair on my head!
Which I used to berate every day.
What I wouldn’t give now
For more hair on my brow
Even if it is silvery gray.
