The Barber
r THE gentleman who cuts my hair x Is such a very pleasant man; He looks so smooth and neat and bright— His hair is black, his coat is white, All spick and span.
I sit before a looking-glass, And when he’s ready to begin, He wraps me in a funny cape, And ties it on with strings of tape Beneath my chin.
His scissors crunch along my neck, So cold, and, oh, so very near, I’m sometimes just a bit afraid That if I moved the slightest shade He’d snip my ear.
I feel the hair go trickling down, It often makes me want to sneeze, And when I’ve had a scenty spray, He brushes all the bits away, And then I know he’s going to say—“A shilling, please!” —Copied by Nemesia (8), Carterton.
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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 94, 14 January 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)
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137The Barber Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 94, 14 January 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)
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