A Little Off the Top
My baby girl
Has cut her hair
She found the shears
Just lying there
She is so proud
A great big grin
She’d cut it all
No doubt, again
I gotta say
I love this girl
But truth be told
I miss the curl
But when you’re two
All things are grand
Scissors for sure
When in your hand
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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