These wild locks are everywhere.
What can a young girl do?
Unruly thatch, this messy mop,
What happened to my do?
Mommy combs this knotted mess,
In hopes of finally tressing,
This nap in to an ordered plait.
Bad hair is so distressing!
In spite of all this dreadful grief
Regardless of this strife,
I’m happy just because you see
My mommy gave me life.
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