Grandpa Lost His Hair

I went to my Grandparents house

I always have fun there

Grandpa was in the yard

Looking for his hair

You see Grandpa is bald

His head is shiny like a mirror

So I do not know why

He was looking for his hair

I said Grandpa, “What are you doing?”

He said “Oh hello my dear.”

And said, “I’m just outside looking,

Looking for my hair”

He must have lost it long ago

Maybe at the County Fair

Maybe he lost it on the Ferris Wheel

Or in the crazy house of mirrors

We looked in the garden

Grandma was watering there

We looked and we looked

But could not find Grandpa’s hair

Maybe some animal took it

Maybe a fox or a bear

But what would they do with

What would they do with Grandpa’s hair?

Grandpa said maybe if we are quiet

Maybe we could hear his hair

But what does hair sound like

I could not hear any hair over there

Grandpa looked in the gutter

I held the ladder stairs

There were a bunch of leaves

But no sign of Grandpa’s hair

 

Then we went inside and Grandma yelled

“Hey come look over here!”

I ran quickly to Grandma

Did she really find Grandpa’s hair

Grandma was holding an old picture frame

She told me to come near

And in the frame was a picture

Of a young Grandpa with all of his hair

 

Grandpa may be bald and getting old

We sometimes look for his glasses everywhere

It does not matter what we do together

I Love him with or without any hair.

 

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