The Odd Man
a man walked by the other day
with a beard down to his knees
but little did the people know
the beard was made of bees
the bees they never stung him
at least thats what they say
for the beard dragged on behind his back
and one cant see that way
and the strange old man with the beard of bees
would walk by every day
and say hello to the gaping folks
who dont know what to say
but thats not all about this man
that made the people stare
other than the beard of bees
he had so little hair!
his head was bare as bare could me
he arms and back were too
the only hair about the man
was on his eyebroes two
all the kids they loved this man
in all of his odd glory
and though the man is long since gone
they always tell his story
for though the man was very weird
the man he did not care
he was happy just the way he was
with his bees and lack of hair
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