I used to have it on my head
But now the follicles have all fled
Moved away without a trace
To set up home in another place
For it is now growing out my nose
On my hands, between my toes
Lots of it is in my ears
Maybe a sign of ageing years
It’s growing plentiful on my back
But on my head it sure does lack
I don’t know how I scared them away
I was hoping that I’d just go grey
I need to encourage them to return
So I can have the hairstyle that I yearn.