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There was a young girl from Japan

Whose features were those of a man.

She grew out her hair

And looked like a bear,

So she ended up as she began.

There was a young fellow called Art,

Whose hair was a sight from the start,

He cut it all off,

And acquired a cough,

Then after a week, did depart.

There was a young fellow from Greece,

Who decided to buy a hair piece

He walked round the block,

But got a big shock,

When his girlfriend called him "Mau-rice".

There was a young fellow called "Flea"

Who was sure he was going to be

A writer of Art;

But he just couldn't start,

So he wrote us a column for free.

There once was a fellow called Nash,

Who threw out his wig with the trash;

He couldn't go out,

So he gave a big shout

And asked for potatoes and mash.

There was a young girl from Baku,

Who didn't know what to do

With her split enz,

So she asked all her friends,

And they told her to stick them with glue.

There was a young fellow called Fred,

Who thought he was already dead.

He said to his wife,

"I was killed by a knife,

While I was going to bed".