In a far away place,
There was a lovely family,
With but one little girl,
Among sons numbering three.
Well this girl's mother,
With her hair she would play
Braids, pigtails or curls,
A different style every day.
This mother was very picky-
Doing the hair took quite long,
But often she’d re-do it,
Since it just looked all wrong.
Thought the mother to herself,
As she did her daughter’s hair,
Were I to have more daughters-
This would be an all day affair!
Well the very next day,
Everything did change,
When her dear little daughter,
Found a scissor in reaching range.
The girl chopped off her hair-
Her styling skills were poor,
She left hairs of all lengths,
Strewn across the bathroom floor.
She cut herself some uneven bangs,
Halfway around her head,
Instead of her long, lovely locks,
She had a zig-zag look instead.
The poor mother was distraught-
What could she possibly do?
There was no doubt about it-
Her styling days were through!
Well the mother will have to learn,
Not to always be so vain,
(Or at least for the time being,
Until the hair grows back again!)
