You’re wearing the hair
Someone wanted to share
You’re not missing hair
Your head isn’t bare
You’re really too busy
To comb hair that’s frizzy
You’ll try a new style
To wear for a while
Perhaps they won’t guess
Unless you confess
The hair that you wear
You’ll put on a chair
And when it gets hot
It itches a lot
Or if the wind blows
Away the hair goes
But if you get sick
And lose your hair quick
The wig that you wear
Shows there's hope with prayer
By, Randee Saber 3/26/07
