Hair, Hair, Hair, it’s everywhere.
It’s in my bed; it’s on the floor,
it’s behind each and every door.
I sweep, I vacuum and I clean the drains,
But the hair comes back again and again.
One day I thought I’d start a pile,
in just three months it stretched up a mile.
My wife and daughter I believe are to blame,
to live without them would be a shame.
I guess I’ll keep fighting the piles of hair,
I wonder if they have a carpet version of nair?