Hair Cut

The barber came to cut my hair,

I told him that it wasn't fair,

My hair had done him no harm,

Without it, I would lose my charm,

The barber grinned a silly grain,

Said to cut my hair would be no sin,

That I should face like a man,

But I am covered and away I ran,

Do you like to sit in a barber's chair,

With him chopping away your lovely hair,

Once my hair was full of curls,

Covering my face with twisty twirls,

But then the barber came my way,

I was a child I had no say,

Off came my curls one by one,

The barber seemed to have great fun.

Now I am old and very grey,

I am nearly bald my hairs gone away,

But when I see a barber's chair,

I feel the loss of my curly hair,

You know I truly rue the day,

When the first barber came my way.