Baby boy was born with much hair
Dad said about cutting it don’t dare.
But It’d been over a year
Much too long I do fear,
A quick trim seemed only fair.
We set out on a trip to the barber
$16 later I’ll call her a robber.
You sat in a plane
A sucker for your pain
Hard feelings I hope you don’t harbor.
The curls your face was adorning
Were removed without a warning.
Your hair was cut,
I don’t know what
You’ll think of me in the morning.
You’re too young to be mad I’m sure
You won’t feel sad I’ve heard.
But Daddy laughed when he saw you.
My head hangs at your new do.
You look like a giant nerd.
