Barbershop by Martin Gardener
When you visit the barber
And sit in his chair,
Don’t squirm
Like a worm
While he’s cutting your hair.
Don’t shiver
And quiver
And bounce up and down.
Don’t shuffle
And Snuffle
And act like a clown.
Each wiggle
Will jiggle
The blades of the shears.
Clip‐ clip,
Clip‐ clip.
Those scissors can slip
And snip
Off a tip
Of one of your tender pink ears!
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