by LD Kennedy; transcribed by Jim
I must have it clipped. They say
It just isn’t the right way
For a little lad to wear his hair
With hordes of curls everywhere.
The ringlets falling about his face –
Dear God, can it be such a disgrace
For a little boy to be so fair
To have shining golden hair?
The dimples can never be erased
Nor the lighted laughter on his face.
But the curls must be cut away
In order to be a little man someday.