With hardly a hair in sight.
There’s a tiny hint of peach fuzz
On the left cheek and the right.
But IF I had a BEARD,
Oh, the things that I could do.
Just imagine all the knick-knacks
That I could store inside it too.
There’d be a place for all my pens
And if I styled it with gel
There’d be a special shelf
For all my notebooks there, as well.
I’d have cubbies for all my favorite snacks
Plus a drawer for salt and spices,
Just in case I need some seasoning
On my buttered French Toast slices.
And then, of course, there’d be a place
For all my feathered friends,
A soft brown nest with
Leave and branches
For sparrows, chickadees, and wrens.
They’d sing me songs
And fetch me treats
And keep me groomed and sleek,
‘Cause it takes a lot of time
To keep this mane coiffed and chic.
Oh, if I only had a beard
All my problems would be gone,
But for now I guess I’ll keep this face
With just this peach fuzz on it.