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" This hair you know, is all my own ! Since I was two my hair has grown. Birds fly down from everywhere, nesting in my crazy hair. Butterflies and cockatoos: reds and yellows, green and blues, make me look beyond compare. In my hair gorillaz leap, tigers roar and groundsloths sleep. Prides of lions make their lair, somewhere in my crazy hair. Hunters send in expeditions - radio back their positions - still we've lost a dozen there, lost inside my crazy hair. You hear music, dancers too, I can hear them... well, can you ? They play tunes beyond compare, dancing through my crazy hair. Huge balloons come down to land, people wave, it's very grand ! They take off from everywhere, drift across my crazy hair. There are pools and waterslides, carousels and ponyrides - all the fun of every fair waits inside my crazy hair ! Twisting, tangling tails and loops, treasure-chests and pirate-sloops; these await the one who dare navigate my crazy hair.
Combs and brushes have been tried.
One was eaten by a bear: prowling through my crazy hair. "
( bad hairday )
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