IN PURSUIT OF THE HAIR SUIT

Cousin It

Out of my ears and out from my nose
Where it’ll end only heaven knows
Growing odd hair is really a farce
Fetch me a mirror so I can check on my back.

Perhaps I should shave the bits I can reach
Oh do stop growing I ask and beseech
As I pull and snip and eventually pluck
Oh I give up, I don’t give a damn.

I’ll just watch it grow from my head to the floor
I won’t have the need for a coat any more
I’ll follow the lead of hirsute Cousin Itt
[And now some more growing from there!!!] – OH POO.

(I definitely don’t like the juxtaposition of those two phrases. Lo,TG Ed)

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