Started this when I was clean out of ideas
Released it now so that anyone who ever said
"This guy's a nutter"
Can revel in their uncanny astuteness
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He who would valiant be ’gainst hair disaster Let hair hold constantly, though winds blow faster There’s no discouragement shall make his hair relent His first avowed intent to be in Brylcreem Who would be going round with bad hair stories Do cyclones then confound - wind strength the more is No hair shall then take flight, though it’s a giant fight His hair stays good and right by wearing Brylcreem Since Lord he must defend his hair with spirit He knows that wind you send, he shall not fear it Some toupee’s flee away, he’ll fear not that today He’ll labour night and day to be in Brylcreem
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