Baldylocks
There are a lot of bald men
That means their hair is sparse
Sparse means there's very little hair
And even that won't last
Every time they comb it
The comb collects more hair
Doesn't the comb realise
Bald men don't have hair to spare
Then the sad day arrives
When all the hair has left
How do you think they will survive
Feeling so bereft
I would not know what to say to them
Or tell them what to do
There's only one consolation
They won't need to buy shampoo
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