A Hairy Tale April 29, 2015 ~ kjgilhooly My dear, sweet toupee, Please don’t you fly away. Though it’s breezy here On the Lido deck today. My natural hair all fell away, You were (glued) here to stay. Now, you may be leaving me. So, please don’t fly away. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X