We hope that you are listening
To your hair up here on top
That stuff you’re putting on us
Has really got to stop
It keeps us in a lather
And sure does make us sore
If you really want to keep us
Don’t use it any more
Most of us already left
We four are hanging on
So treat us nice, please no more goo
Or soon we’ll all be gone
We’re giving you this warning
Are listening down below
Please treat us with more kindness
Or all four of us will go.
D.B.C.
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