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I remember back a year or two when waiting for the barber’s chair,
where Bill Crosbie snipped around the heads, relieving excess hair,
and Bill’s as typical a barber that you’re ever deemed to meet.
He liked to hear the local gossip while you’re sitting on his seat. 

And as it happened on this day, there were two ahead of me.
I was cursing too beneath me breath because of this you see,
for this fella with his lad could see where I’m about to go,
so they doubled up their striding, and of course I was too slow. 

The fellow sat there in the chair, and Bill wrapped a towel around,
then manicured to lift his hair and thinning scissors soon abound. 
The trimmer skimmed around his ears, and then with tight precision,
Bill looked around this new hair cut and made one more decision.

He brushed the neck with shaving cream upon the fella in the chair, 
then stropped the razor for an edge to remove the lathered hair,
and with swiftness of his barber’s hands, Bill towelled away the rest,
to leave the fella looking smart now his haircuts been addressed.

So with a quick brush for loose hair and the towel removed with care,
the fella stood up from the chair, and the lad sat down in there.
As Bill sent the clippers ‘round the contours of the young boys head,
the fella then excused himself, and this is what he said. 

“I have to duck down to the draper, and buy meself a suit and tie
to wear at my company dinner” and then before he said goodbye;
he said to Bill “Look after him, I won’t be long, then did adjourn.
Bill finished cutting the kids hair, and so it became my turn.

Bill combed me hair into the air just like a cocky crested tease,
and although he’d started trimming there’s a slight hint of unease,
for the fella hadn’t come back, therefore the kid was on his own, 
so with jovial reminder; Bill said “Your Father's left you all alone!” 

The kid looked at Bill and gave a grin, then said “That’s not me Dad!”
So the hackles stood upon Bills neck, for he realised he’d been had
when the kid continued, “I dunno him. He took me hand and said to me,
‘Come on son, let’s wander in, we’ll get a haircut each for free!’
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