Little boys whose hair's allowed

To grow quite long should feel quite proud. Boylets having mothers who

Dress up their prettiness are too few.

Little fellows blessed this way

Should feel grateful every way.

It's nicer, even, so much sweeter (When grown up one is discreeter)

And one's more grateful, one's more proud

To be maturely then allowed

To revel more in long hair, dresses, Self-flattery which, itself, caresses With girlfriend or, say, fiancee Or darling wife — the nicest way!

Lil

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