She made her grand entrance
With not even one hair out of place
(Her head was bald)

She walked on stage
Soft golden curls
Calvacading round her face
(She looked like an angel divine)

Then as the seasons changed
Her hairdo had to be replaced
It was a bit too curly, not the right color
Not the right length
She paid the beautician
To get it just right..
(Typical teen)

Winter came
Her hair had turned to snow
And one by one, the snowflakes
Were melting from their place
As they softy drifted down hill
The winds around Mt Baldy
Gave me a big chill

And I laughed to think
How far I had come
Hairless and toothless
Back to stage one.