Some men have a full head of hair;
With others there is a lack.
Those with abundance aren't always fair
And throw the bald ones a lot of flack,



Like---"an empty shack needs no roof",
Or---"granite grows no grass".
From such ones I stay aloof
For it sounds like belching gas.



To the first I say, "no roof lets in light,
Therefore, I'm not in the dark.
To understand is pure delight".
That stops that vile remark.



To the next remark I simply say,
"You could have let that statement pass.
As well as granite, a brain is gray,
And a busy street grows no grass".



So, listen, all you bald headed men,
Don't be ashamed of your dome.
Don't accept a blow to your chin
Just because you need no comb.



'Cause next I say what the smart aleck dreads
And all his remarks are smothered,
"God only made a few perfect heads
And those are the ones He uncovered".