He prunes the foliage on your head
And trims around the ear
So you will look respectable
Wherever you appear.
With special shears he thins your hair
Then washes it with soap
Or uses some restoring stuff
To give you added hope.
If you declare you want a shave
He lets your back repose
And puts hot towels on your face
(Except of course your nose).
His razor strokes are smooth and sure
And after he gets through
You wonder if the looking glass
Is telling lies to you.
They say he used to talk so much
It gave a guy a lift
But now he seldom says a word
Unless you ask for it.