My beard grows to my toes
I never wears no clothes.
I wrap my hairs around my bares
and down the road I goes.
So, in honor of all things beautiful and poetic, I am rewriting this wonder to make it match my world (since my hairs are waxed).
The twins sag to my toes
why so low, nobody knows.
I stuff the girls into tight whirls
and into the bra they goes.