13 April 2012
Beware, beware, If you should dare, To not believe In Weasel-hair.
A sad complaint, Not one to joke, When from your hair, Those weasels poke.
They only come out Whist you sleep, They hunt for snacks, Then back they creep.
They scritch about, Then build a nest, Then sleep with Weasel- Snores of rest.
But tiny weasels, Are your friends, For every one In your split ends,
Provides for you A service nice: They rid your hair Of Tiny Mice.
Hair Weasels • Opuss № I