As I walked through the hay
Of a farm not too far from my home,
I turned round to learn
Just how deep the heart yearns
For a nice, stainless steel new comb.
The breeze in the trees
Brushed the grass 'gainst my knees
And my hair tossed and turned in the fray,
So I ran the wide span
Of the field with a plan
to go visit the barber that day.
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