There's a bug in my hair!
Yesterday it wasn't there.
Everyday I brush and brush,
Even when I'm in a rush.
With water restrictions I comply,
I comb my hair and keep it dry,
My friends buy insecticide by the ton,
But to the shops I never run.
Bugs don't like it in my hair,
They see my brush and shout "Beware!
Jump for it now, get out, stop moaning,
That girl will kill us with her combing,
You don't want to lose a leg,
On another scalp I'd rather beg,
Lets jump together if you dare
and make our lovenest in another's hair."
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