Stop Stepping on My Hair
The slashing of my hair is needed
How does one go about doing this
She pulls, steps, and messes up my hair
But insists that I must not cut it
Her little flower
She never comes back until late
I can tell she went to the Snuggly Duckling to drink
She has told me about a few times by accident
Her precious flower
She tells me not to go but why
I need to do something about this woman I call mother
It's time to cut my hair and show her what her beautiful flowers is made of
Not her flower anymore