My hair is a mop hanging over my crown The shade of standard mammalian brown I am envious of your tresses Over your face is a redheaded swirl, Gradating into your dreadlocked shawl Tendrils of auburn drag along the floor like a high wizardโs gown If I had your hair I would knot each section into braids Weave it with bobbles and beads I could take a curler to my cape, straighteners to my legs Iโve always been a fan of the redhead, pre-Raphaelite waves Reds and yellows and oranges cascade You take it to another level though, and boy It is most enviable! I would ask that we swap, but with my fur pattern youโd look quite odd With a blackish flannel hanging on your head And the odd patch of wiry moss 'tween your legs And I must say I would look a bit daft With a crimped ginger trench coat swamping my back! So I shall just say, Mr. orang-utan Your hair is great!