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PATTERN BALDNESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stu the squirrel looked in the mirror with a fright. “Oh no! My fur’s vanishing! What a horrible sight.” What’s become of my ‘furdo?' Maybe fur I can put on with glue. OOPS! That doesn’t look right! Dastardly plight!” He tugged at his thinning tufts with despair, "Is this really the fate I must bear? Squirrel pattern baldness,” they say, “Runs deep in my crew’s way, But I’d rather have fluffy brown hair!" So Stu bought himself a furry, brown cap But alas, looked as if he was wearing burlap. Discarded it with a single motion Giving up his silly notions. Smiling, he admitted, “I’m still a charming chap.”
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