The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 8, Issue 1 (May 1, 1933)
Pretty Thin
Pretty Thin.
When man perceives, with soul appalled,
That very soon he may be bald,
With hopeful heart he seeks the lair,
Of savant skilled in saving hair.
He uses violet rays and steams,
He pours on pints of pleasant potions,
Olive oils and herbal lotions.
For many months his fingers lull,
Our senses as he rubs our skull.
When we our mirror seize with glee
And gaze therein, what do we see?
Our precious hairs, though neatly parted,
Are thinner now than when he started!
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