When, oh, when will Butchy's hair grow out?
The time is far spent, and I fear I must pout.
My sweet, little girl looks not-so-sweet these days,
With her little butch bangs and her wild, wild ways.
Grow, please, grow, two months is enough,
Her side part and pigtails are permanent stuff.
I'm sick of that "do" each day of the week,
Perhaps a cool mullet would make her unique!
Calm down, calm down, a mullet won't do.
Our Annie, poor mullet, is too cute for you.
In the future, dear daughter, keep this thought near:
A brother with scissors is something to fear.
(notice the culprit lurking dangerously in the background...waiting...always waiting.)