And here is our friend Mr. Razorstrop,
Cutting Miss Daisy’s hair,
She said she was tired of wearing taup,
And curls she could not bear.
She never could see why people need have
Hair all over their eyes,
It’s such a trouble to have it combed out,
She nearly always cries.
So Louise said, “I’m Mr. Razorstrop,
I’ll make a boy of you,
I’ll cut off your hair, and then you can wear,
Trousers and jackets too.”
“Ah, that will be nice,” said Daisy, “What fun
To be a boy like Guy,
I’ll play marbles and tops, I’ll climb and run,
And stay out doors, won’t I?”
But when it was done, she suddenly thought,
“Mama won’t have any girls,
For Guy’s a boy, and Percy’s a boy,
What shall I do for curls?”
Her cousin Louise said, “Never you mind,
Perhaps we can tie them on,
And if you say you’re truly a girl,
Your mama won’t think they’re gone.”