Hair Felt Love

 

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She stood alone on London Bridge

Her heart was all a quiver

She gave a little cough

And her wig fell down the river

 

That's a bald statement to make

Said a policeman out of sight

Come down and collect your hair

Or I'll lock you for the night

 

Down to the waters she went

Her hair was soaking wet

Like a drowned cat it was

So she took it to the vet

 

The pet doc checked its pulse

And declared it fully dead

So he placed it on her head

And held it with a net

 

"Yvette, Yvette, wherefore art thou?"

Her lover was heard to cry

"Come to me my sweet Yvette

Or else I'll surely die"

 

But soon as he laid eyes on her

He hoped he sure were dead

For there it was for all to see

A dead cat was on her head